pluie d'été

pluie d'été May 2014

your name

my poetry
seems less
without the stain
of your name
but i can't
bring myself to write it

pluie d'été May 2014

two

If your eyes
Were my own
And mine
Were yours
We would
Be one
And not
Two

I would rather be two
Than not with you

pluie d'été May 2014

pity

The greatest loss is not of our own lives.

You understand nothing.
You watch everything
Fade past
With denial
On your mind
Pity on your wrist
And a stupid smile
Cloaked with alcohol
And the pills
That spill from
Your clenched palm

It’s not okay

pluie d'été May 2014

Villain

How I long
Sometimes
To have been
Locked into Never Land
With you
And Peter Pan
And all the other
Lost Boys

I would give
The greatest
Villain
A kiss
If only
I would
Be able to be
In your arms
Again

pluie d'été May 2014

Untitled

Don’t you wish
My darling
That we were as infinite
As the wind

pluie d'été May 2014

love poem

You tell me
That you are tired
Of love poems
Bruising your eyes
Making you long
For something
Unfathomable

Yet you still look
At yourself
In the mirror

pluie d'été May 2014

maps

i wander
through the glades
in the evening
the darkness
my guide
stars making maps
with the heavy trails
of your lies