these are all lies wrapped into gold and dipped in the light of the moon
take some wine a tumble across the bed sheets with another until it feels better until it feels like you can understand it fully though it's really just an illusion that falls like a shadow cool across my skin in the summer
moving in the wind that keeps changing direction like my opinion
There was once a boy who was so in love with a girl that he forgot her. He forgot her eyes Glittering like the sea And her lips Curved like a scarlet bow
The freckles across her nose And her arms He forgot the shapes of each one- The constellations that they made
Her scent Her skin against his So smooth that it felt like nothing Her cool hands That burnt her in summer
He forgot the way to felt to hold her In his arms Pressed to his chest The way he voice sounded In the morning At noon In the evening The fluidity of her laugh The sadness in the way she held his hand And the change in her heart beat Against his fingertips
He loved her so much That he forgot her
He stares at me Across the room Save me Save me He shoves words down his throat Until he can’t see And he covers his eyes Until he can’t breathe
my fingers move across the letters feel the ridges and the spaces between the slightly rounded squares
q a s p y u e i o c f d
the keys don't make the words i want them to or say the things i mean them to
g j o d f p f s f w e d k f j o g ?
i want to write the most important sentence to have ever slipped out of my fingertips but my mind keeps on stuttering and the clock on the wall downstairs keeps on ticking
p o h j l d e m y u i
i am a history book that's almost twenty one years old and i feel like i hold a thousand empty pages ready to disintegrate with the next farewell
o p h k l o m n y r i c d
the shadows of my thoughts fill the spaces in my mind and make my heart jump at the clarity fleeting and i wish i could write fast enough to catch the words i want to fold and press to your warm heart but then i would be as perfect as you think i am and a lie
g n o b m h l o w t
i am afraid of your eyes and the way your smile has begun to hesitate
forgive me if i am wrong and if i leave before you can say goodbye
let me hold your hand and caress your wrist barely with my fingertips
look me in the eyes and look away
i wish it was guilt but guilt isn't the synonym for shame and shame is beige and unrelenting it's never halting because it's only your conscience you know
I don't believe you Because the lines You say Sound too much Like poetry
The apology You wrote And pressed into my palm Staining my fingers With black ink Tasted Too much Like vanilla And Lies
Maybe Everything you say Is the truth But maybe It's all a lie And I will never know And you will never know Because I do Exactly the same When I say 'I do too'
Only realizing later After you scream That you miss me That I never missed you Too
an old man with eyes wise tired wild talks to me he asks for my name returning my smile a voice educated and mild 'what is the name that comes after?' i tell him and he laughs 'i knew your father' he says 'in the 1970's' my father was just a boy 'he was president' he says 'a good president' it is not him but i smile pretending to understand the sentences jumbling rushing like a tide dirt tracking history on sun faded clothes worn neatly he goes for a moment comes back ashamed 'what is your name?'