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Midnight Feb 2020
you laughed in my face
and blamed ME
for your problems
and i took it
and i tried
and i CRIED
and i brought the olive branch
to every family gathering
and i kept the tea
from ******* spilling
and i was never enough
and now
i see
and oh
i hate you
and your lies
and i burned the ******* olive branch
and i upset the family tea
and *******
i am enough
you vile, insensitive
horrifically, detestable
Sorry I have been gone, my personal life has been a mess.
Midnight May 2019
i write tragedies
not sonnets
i'm as dark
as the night
my soul
holds sadness
is my aesthetic
and cheery
is not in my vocabulary
  May 2019 Midnight
every time
i think i'm over you
you smile
and i relapse.
- waiting for my fix.
Midnight May 2019
the night my life changed
i was wearing
a white dress
with blue and red

and you were wearing
well, actually
it doesn't

the night my life changed
it was dark
and you were drunk
and somehow
it was my fault
this is not my story, but it needs to be heard.
  Apr 2019 Midnight
Put your cigarette out on my soul.
If it keeps you safe,
It’ll keep me sane.
No matter the sensation
of nicotine flame
pressed to my heart
I’ll love it if it means
I can love you as well.
  Apr 2019 Midnight
A Simillacrum
This happened before.
Your eyes. Your world.
Your lust. Your lies.
This happened before.
Your heart. Your hurt.
Your best. Your worst.
This happened before.
Your taste. Your scent.
Your loss. Your win.

One could say, I have a taste
for the familiar.
Grace, is still waiting alone,
for me to see my mistakes.


I see the shapes.
I see the forms.
I dip my toes in the destruction.
I fail, to be reborn.
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