I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,

but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.
I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't
untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

bit by bit

even
beneath the grasp of your hand
against my neck        the pull
of my hair against my scalp
and the burning gasp
that is wrenched
from the confines of my throat
i will build it
bit by bit
stick by stick
pebble by pebble
and bone by bone
this city        paradise
stretched along the length of my back
a river flowing between
the blades of my shoulders
white fog along the edge
of my skin        blue
and purple flowers blooming
deep within the spaces
of my ribs
while the red crunch of autumn
dries clean and crusted
between my lips

and in the end
this is perfect        regardless
of your absence i
am still building
and growing and
constructing and colonizing
and reclaiming the land
you took
away from me

bit by bit
i'll pave over
the remainders
of your presence

They have watered the street,
It shines in the glare of lamps,
Cold, white lamps,
And lies
Like a slow-moving river,
Barred with silver and black.
Cabs go down it,
One,
And then another,
Between them I hear the shuffling of feet.
Tramps doze on the window-ledges,
Night-walkers pass along the sidewalks.
The city is squalid and sinister,
With the silver-barred street in the midst,
Slow-moving,
A river leading nowhere.

Opposite my window,
The moon cuts,
Clear and round,
Through the plum-coloured night.
She cannot light the city:
It is too bright.
It has white lamps,
And glitters coldly.

I stand in the window and watch the
moon.
She is thin and lustreless,
But I love her.
I know the moon,
And this is an alien city.

oh darling I loved you
i truly did
i loved your hair
your smiles
your laugh
your voice
but something wasn't right
not you
not me
something I can't quite explain
the red lines never give me any answers
neither do my mascara tears
or the songs I listen to on repeat
and on some days I wonder how stupid I could be to let you go
and others I agree with my reasoning that I'm better off alone.
darling I hope you know this wasn't easy for me
that I never intended to hurt you like I did
I never meant to place slashes on your body
or give a gaping hole in your chest
or make tears fall in the place where we used to lay
hell for all I know I haven't caused any of these
and I'm just full of myself.
as usual.
I could ramble forever about this
but for some reason every time I see you I can't speak words
none can express how sorry I am
or the feelings that led me to say the things I did
and do the things I did.
I hope things can go back to the way they were.
but I know that's nearly impossible.
and I still love
your hair
your eyes
your smile
your laugh
and your voice
but in the different way
the way that friends do.
and I miss the concert in the spring
and how our friendship was then
and how much fun we used to have.
I know the warmth we once had
has been shattered.
and try as I may to pick the glinting pieces up and put them back together again
and hope as I may to see us in the completed reflection
as those two stupid girls who used to sing songs in the hallways
I only slice my fingers deeper and deeper on the edges
and stain them darker and darker as my fingers desperately try to mend the wounds I've created
and through the blood and shards
I manage to put a few together
but all I see
is myself
staring back at me
with empty makeup eyes.