today is the day i decide to love me,
instead of you.
how, i’m not quite sure. although
i’m sure that i want to.

the sun and the moon were always lovers,
every lifetime here and before.
the comfort of every new birth
guided with the soft reassurance of
“we’ve found each other before.”
the burning fuel of
“this may be our last”
to the sweet surrender,
the driving immersion
of two souls
intertwining so deeply
that will leave a trace
bringing them together once more.

i feel like sylvia plath,
or james dean when he said
“live fast, die young, and
leave behind a beautiful corpse.”
except he didn’t say that.
but sylvia plath was volatile
to her mind
and a tortured soul.
the carbon monoxide
filled her soul,
just as the misery fills mine.
the burning desire to exit,
to end it.
the desire to burn the
fires inside my mind.
the poetic way of james dean,
and sylvia plath
lives in my veins
and feels like a raging fire
that cannot be tamed.

your allure;
our intense ****** energy.
best *** ever
was also a ******* killer.

you drive me crazy,
you make me angry.
how many times do we get in fights?

but the way our bodies intertwine,
oh honey-
you are mine forever and always.

the decreased temperament
as the screams of “****” filled the air,
both intimate and out of resentment.

you come, you go
i stay
waiting
for you to come home.

i fell a p a r t from the one i love
as we shattered like broken glass
on the winter solstice filled sidewalk.
my heart now icy as snow,
while my desire burns like scorching coals.
with each fleeting memory
passing through melting snowflakes
i remember us.
carefree, running through the streets.
i remember us
even as we melted away.

my simple response
“no.”
simply two letters
to your beck and call
is all it took
to immediately
come running back
to you.