You say "I'm an open book",
But you're as closed as your eyes.
Trapped inside your sleepless slumber,
It came to me as no surprise.

When I look in the mirror
I see a shattered soul
One with open wounds
Broken wings
And regret stuck on one's lips
Eyes filled with experience that haunts
Knives stuck in one's back with sorrow leaking out

Vulnerability...

But why can't others see this ?
Is it because the skin worn ,
Or the persuasion spoken ,
The way one moved or presented ?

But around 3 AM ;
This fragmented soul was electric ;
Temporarily repaired
And loved
Though never complete
Aching for love mostly mistaken for lust
This demolished soul longed for some trust...

Marveled over threads
Liked and posted
And even shared

Always controlling
The musty button that says
'Another tab, please!'

But then....
Your eyes wandered
Back to the task assigned

'Tic, tac' says the clock
Oh, now, you're in shock!
No more hitting the sack

The musician and the poet
such a cliched pairing
in love with brutal love
our melancholy muses
chasing shadowed souls
into the brightest of light.

i cannot believe
it has taken me so long
to realize that you
were never coming back
and that when you said
that it was over
you meant it

i cannot believe
it has taken me so long
to realize that you
are never going to see these tears
nor read those poems
and that i
was only wasting my time

She is gone
yet here I linger
within this cruel twist of fate
watching boy become man
alone.

I love you
when the day exhausts its grace
when you wear my pious silence
in you nails

I refuse the touch of morning
just to breath your sleep in

you’re my axis mundi on a Wednesday
yeah,  it’s so natural and crazy
I shudder with this feeling
I search for my roots, I find you dreaming

I love you  
when you stir the ***** blues-smitten
the jazz, the blood
I’m your prophecy, you’re my bane
my lips won’t refuse the spell:
love you whenever.
I have died
again.