Category: Poetry

i used to only be poetic
when i was falling
in love with you.
but my hands have fallen
in love with the
sky, earth, trees.
you may be gone
but a burning bush
at sunrise
assured me
“it’ll be alright.”
still, i just
hurt.

if i could define myself in my teeth,
row by row;
like so many pieces of spinach
as i’m tearing into your flesh
and ripping you apart.

where you end i begin.
where you end i begin.

my face and eyes tell no story.
incisors, molars, wisdom teeth,
and i’m just bones.
so hollow.

where you end i begin.
where you end i begin.
come fill me in.

my feet find the ground
as my eyes find the sky
and i find us in the stars:
but there are three there.
and we are only two.
maybe we’re the spaces in between.
maybe we’re the spaces in between everything.

when i say i love you:
i mean infinity.

the streets have become:
a slow-bleeding anthem

screeching tires,
blaring horns,
and shattering glass

echoed by
dying screams and
crying families;

whoever thought
that cars should be
made of materials
that crush people?

who can explain
why you have to be
gone.

you eyes search me,
and i look
for just one sutble change
give me (please please)
something to judge you by
one frecke or idea–
a new expression
let me say i don’t know you anymore

everything is the same
& nothing has changed
your heart still whispers in my ear
lonely soliloquys become reminiscent harmonies
not of what we were
but how things are

theres no difference
you, me, us then–
this is just the same
& maybe when its real
nothing ever changes

i have nothing left to say,
(because i am nothing)
but i was happy the next day:
and that’s all there is.

your words finally get to me and i break. this is going to end in me kicking and screaming in your arms until i fall to pieces and then i’ll be gone: fill in the blanks.

fingers touching faces
and toes curled up alone together
while feet find comfort in each other
and our eyes open;
and our eyes close.

lips open, paused
and silence prevailing
the ceiling stretches for miles
until one voice
breaks one silence
on one bed.

“i feel infinite.”
the moment lives
forever.

you reminded me today
how you feel,
burning anger nausea.

you’re the disease
you’re the plague.

i want to tear out your kidneys.

christmas came
and
i tried to find you in my eyes
in the reflection
of shiny bows and ribbons
wrapping up gifts
that were not from you.

then i looked up into the sky
and three linear stars
reminded me of you
and i broke down
and cried
because its not the same
when you don’t call.

if you could destroy
that constellation
the way i destroyed you
the way i destroy myself..
that’s what i want for christmas.

its silly to think
a grouping of stars
can belong to you and me
but it does; like,
some hunter
killed us both.