Her words made flowers grow
From organs hard as stone.

Oh, dear, I am no one.
I am a ship on the horizon.
You will see me for but a moment,
And as quickly as you noticed me
You will forget you ever saw me.

I don’t believe you.

Shadows are but ghosts.
But you are a soul.
And I know how the sun
Drives people like us away.

That does not make you a nobody.

I know you bloom in the night
But that does not mean
That you are gone at the sight of the sun.

What do you love?
Who do you love?
Why are you here?

Why waste your time
Talking to a drunkard
Without a home?

Why waste your time
With a *******
Who will die alone?

My soul is anything but beautiful, dear.
It is tattered and it is torn.
It is the crumpled up piece of paper that you toss in the fire
To keep yourself warm for another night.

You wish to be the sea?
Or do you wish to be the approaching storm?

But the real question is
Does it matter what you wish?

Our wishes are rarely our reality.
Our wishes are the roses
Of gardens full of weeds
Reality is the pesticide
So haphazardly sprayed.

Storm or Sea

Why me?

There are a million better people
And better writers
And better speakers
And better lovers
And better souls

Than I.

“You can be a real ******* sometimes, you know that?”
Her voice rings in my ears
Like bells on Sunday mornings.
I just wish she would say something new.

But she won’t.

Because I don’t ever do anything new.

The door slams behind her.
The bottle goes up.
The alcohol goes down
And another bottle hits the wall.
I call out softly, to the ghost of her presence,

“I’m always a real *******.”
Another bottle goes up.

I don’t know how to fix
What it is that I’ve done.
Just give me a sign.

Let me know it’s okay.
Or that it’s not.
Just tell me something.

I watched you
As your world fell apart.
I saw your ocean eyes
Fade to grey.

How did it feel?
Did it feel like you were burning?
Did it feel like fire?
Dude it feel like you were drowning?

Did you feel the weight of ******
Crush you and suffocate you?

If I had to guess
You didn’t feel anything at all.