She has cherry stained lips that
Curl into a smile but it’s
The end of a leash without slack,
A chain around your wrists
That only get tighter when you
Lean in to kiss
Her double sided edges

Her name is desire

People call me talented…

But if only the art from my hands could
Play violin
instead of reliving sad memories and

Holding my breath in
While the words try and

Try to create something
That makes more sense than

Someone with delicate hands
Playing a violin

The eyes,
window,
to the soul.
Unfortunately,
yours,
are closed.
I peek,
I pry,
trying to,
catch a glimpse,
of what,
makes you,
glow.
Will you,
push back,
the curtains,
and crack,
the blinds?
Open,
the door,
to the beat,
of your heart.
I long,
to hear,
the sound,
of your,
world.

Well hello twenty four
Didn’t hear you knocking at my door
Woke up to happy birthday baby
Me wondering where good morning went
Out the door to early you just missed him
Dancing in the breeze on a whim
Here I am now twenty four
No surprise, there’s still skeletons beneath the floor
The darkness didn’t go away
Like we had hoped
Getting older doesn’t cure it
Just makes it easier to hide
Still wish I had died
Yet here we are at twenty four
In the dessert heat
No reprieve from the sun
But the suns healing
And the healings only begun
So much left to do
With no idea how to start
Just hoping that I can find my heart
Buried it years ago
Now at twenty four
Hoping I can find it, when I open the right door

Tonight I feel as empty as the prescription bottles on my nightstand.
- Antidepressants