make her
she lies incomplete

lies on the floor
somewhat butchered
but her eyes remain
daggers lit in
sunlight
but her face trembles
as a mirror i avoided
for two years while
i was dead

not dead
as i'd thought
but dreamed with
dusty morning eyes but
at night
with limbs thinner and
black
hiding shadows under
footsteps
heard in
the tunnels
she left

before me
pressed deep in
the eyes a
soft grandeur
in black ovals
where
i died as well again
and will die
for awhile

i dreamed
of rickety towers descending
downwards through
land
until able to
be jumped on
and awoken with
raucous stomps

I like to look at poetry like this:

It’s just like taking one step at a time.

Then I remind myself:

Walking can take a while to get you somewhere.

I told you that I didn't want to. That I can't control myself.
I made sure you knew so that when I tried to, you'd stop me.
You were supposed to stop me. You were supposed to say no.
I wasn't myself, I don't even know if I'd consider myself responsive.
The only reason I realized what was happening was because
I heard a song, a voice, a familiar tune. Reminding me of who I am.
And who I am should not be someone who sleeps with everyone.
This seems to happen to me a lot, I've noticed.
I don't blame you, I blame myself for trusting you.
Trusting that you'd remember that I didn't want to be with you.
Trusting that you wouldn't take advantage of me.
Trusting that you cared about me enough to just say no.

the restaurant
where we used to
hang out
closed down
the other day.

im not sure
if i am
happy
that there is now
one less thing
around
to remind me of you,

or if i am
scared
that you will
keep fading away
until you
completely
disappear.

Please remind me
that I am more than
a speck of dust
on your book shelf.
Please remind me
that I am one of those
hundreds of books
that line your shelf.
And please tell me
that I happen to
be your favorite.
-o.b.

airports remind me of you
the smell of recycled air, and sterile plastic, remind me of you
getting the window seat reminds me of you
Bon Iver as we slip into the clouds
the clouds
the ******* sky

it all reminds me of you

February 21, 2015, Saturday, 7:06PM


In which a song reminds her of a memory she wants to put on replay;

she is falling

and he'd never be there to catch her,

much to her dismay.

Trying to write something nice
I could write it all
I could write forever on how beautiful and perfect you are
But you'd never see yourself the way I see you
But that's alright, I'll just have to keep reminding you
I'll remind you how beautiful you are everyday
Hopefully it makes you feel pretty when you feel ugly
Makes you feel worth it when you feel worthless
Makes you feel loved when you feel alone
Because as long as I'm here I'll always remind you of you're beauty