i used your blood as my lipstick
all over my hands, it’s never coming out of this shirt
i write about you in the form of triptychs
i rip up the side of my skirt

have revenge for my dessert

i pulled the knife out of your corpse
all over my fingerprints, the police will have some words
i write about you in public works
sell your death as award winning records

call me a homewrecker

Here we once lay
one summer's day
you fourteen like me
bordering fifteen
watching cloud formations
or clouds drifting
birds in flight
above our heads

our hands touched
fingers tips to fingertips
then we turned face to face
and lips to lips kissed

you are not here now
the field has houses built
where we once lay
on that long ago
summer's day

the clouds are still
in formation
and clouds still drift by
in that blue
but overcrowded sky

I wonder where
you lay now
where they laid you
after your cancer
ridden death
some place away
from me now

I wish I could reach out
and fingertip to fingertip
touch you now
somehow.

We're
       F
        A
           L
             L
               I
                N
                  G
I’m
                   B
                 E
              H
            I
        N
     D

You’re
             F     Y    N
                 L    I     G

I’m trying to
                                P
                             U
                         H
                      C
                   T
                A
             C

I’m in the dust and you’re flying high by the clouds and you’ve left me to fend for myself and I can’t breathe. Where did we go wrong, my love? Where did we go wrong...

this isn't a poem
because i don't even know how to write such
maybe this is more like a rant
to ask
why did you suddenly block me on all of your social media accounts?

to create
abundance
a generous heart
pumped up with love