You may be gone,
But don't think for a moment
that you lay dormant in my heart.
You are still the fire in my body,
The reason why I carry myself through the day.
Hoping one day we will be together once again.

Your eyes
scorch holes
into the depths
of my soul.
I'm staring into
the eyes of hell,
but,
on the surface,
I am cool,
calm,
and collected.
I refuse
to buckle
beneath
the heat
of your
fury.

It's winter again.
That time of year
when I fall victim
to my hopeless
melancholy.
What eases the pain?
Pouring my soul
onto paper at 3am,
while you softly
sleep next to me,
completely oblivious
to the catastrophe
laying beside you
and of course,
alcohol.

he said

there's something haunting about your scent

it clings to my clothes and my sheets and my neck
my hand
that rested gently on your hip...
it echoes the retreating ghost of you
and i catch a note of it
when i try to sleep at night
my eyes closed
remembering my face in your hair.

and now there's not a silence that fills enough of me to push you out
you stand in the middle and reverberate through it
no quiet moment able to dissipate your form.

you crash through the boxed up rooms in my head and rearrange
******* those sentient summer memories that i can't shake
pouring them into hourglasses that replay
replay
replay.

find your hair on the seat of my car and
your mascara on my pillow and
your shoes under my dresser and
the love you imprinted resting under my collarbone,
seared into my flesh.

and i wanted to say
although i feel nothing
i know i should feel
sorry.

There’s a fire in his eyes
Burning so very bright.
A fire unlike any other.
A fire that keeps you warm but give you a breath of cold air
A fire that holds you close but lets you run freely, as you are his ember
A fire that speaks peculiar words but are a melody when whispered in your ear
His body is a fire.
Burning bright and beautiful, bold flames.
But engulfed in himself.

i lie here today wondering
how different it would have been
had i ended up with him?

would i cry less, would i be happier?
now he sends me messages of love and trust,
making me fall and believe

but if i remember before you,
he had made me cry enough too
why is it like that?

i supposed he realized that
i found someone new
and somehow he is jealous of you?

I fell in love with myself through you
Thank you for being the mirror I so blindly refused to look in
-s