Speechless.I wanted to writea poem foryou,but when you leftyou took everything,even the wordsI never spoke.
Recast.It's not naturalfor a corpse to beso warmand a living soulto be so cold.Let's switch places;allow me to lie in yourcoffin,while you sleepin my bed.
december.and when they take meto the morgue,will you see the differencebetween my skin and the sheet?and when they close my eyesplease be standing over me,so that your facewill be the last thing they see.and when those tears falldown from your facepour them on my lips,so i can take you with me.and when they look awaycaress my bloodless face,give me one last gush ofwarmth.and when they bring the casketgently tuck me away to sleep,read me one last storyfrom that book atop the shelf.and when they place me in the ground,beneath six feet of dirt,leave your footprints in the snowand please don't let them melt.and when I fall to helli'll be waiting at the gates,but darling please take your timethere is no need to rush.
midnights always last longer than they should.i spend sleepless nights in my roomstaring at your picture on my mirrorand wondering why on earth someone as beautiful as youwould ever love someone like me,but then i rememberyou don't.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
jigsaw puzzle.i found you as brokenpiecesscattered about the ground,all mixed upin the dirt.it took some time,but i did tryto reassemble your body and mindand to mend that velvetheart.i didn't have the boxto go bybut i think the outcomeis beautiful.
Roses Can Change.White roses make youcrybecause they remind youof him.To see you smileand take the painfrom your eyes,I'd prick each of myfingertipsand drip my bloodonto each velvet petalthat adorns the snaking vineso that the red roseswill make you thinkof me.
rain.i still have buckets in my roomfrom when you poured your heart out.plastic pails full of pain and loveand lust and tears and names and smiles.i don't know why i keep them...maybe i hope one day you'll come backto claim them.or when i'm being really dumbi let myself hope that you'll come back anywayfor me.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
funny how a corpse is still wasting oxygen.i killed myself when i was six-years-oldone stormy night in a bathtubfilled with too much water.i didn't know that at that same momentmy cat had gotten ran overin the streetand my favorite treehadn't survived the storm.i wonder why my parents are so contentliving with a ghost.
my body's slave is my mind.it's barely summerbut i've forgotten how to breathe;i fall in love with strangersbefore they even speak.it's like i'mentangledwithin the pulsating crowdlike a fly trapped in a spider's web;questions are spunall around.inferiority screams in my ear& consumes all thoughtsuntil i can't hearall the questions that are caughtbetween threads of my insecurities,weaving around& aroundthe fabric of my being -tightening its gripwith everyone seeingmechoking.it's barely summerbut i can feelwinter's chill:each pump of my left ventricleis an exertion against will,& leaves me cripple& frozen, still -but feeling like i could runbefore you could catch me.i watch the moontrade places with the sun,racing against time,but my dayhas still not yetbegun.
you were always like a tidal waveI crave your hands in absurd amounts.Amounts that bruise and scar,amounts that leave me gasping for breathonly to be spent begging you for more.
long distance relationship.and do you thinkthe moonever gets sadwhen the sun leaves herto shine forus?
Flawed Canvas.Your lipsleft watercolorstainsall across my heart.My blood isn't evencrimson anymore,its a pale and dyinglilacthat bleeds onto the floorand paints a pictureof you.
contrast without the compare.when i look in a mirror,i don't see what i ami see everything i'm notand can never be.
you're so blind.here i am drowningand you have no idea what to do,you're so lostand panicking.why don't you take your handsoff my shoulders?
i think most people would call you a regret.you're the mistake i'd gladly makefor the rest of my life.but i'm just a few saturday nightsback in november.
happily ever after? not really.cinderella is dead,prince charming,because you read other storiesand just couldn't keep your handsfrom tangling in rapunzel's golden hairor caressing aurora's sleeping face.
.i think you know of hair wound tight round a hand like ropeof thoughts that sail in and let down anchorin the night, sleep drifting away on the black tide,i think you know of god up in the crow's nest, keeping watchhis eyes have rolled at us so much they rattle, loose nowin their pits like marbles, they say he knowsi have examined the slides of my childhood, uprooted my body,yanked myself out of my years with my own gloved handlike a weed and stared in disgust, it's only naturalthat you should still want to sleep with one arm overyour head, she said, don't you think?i think the sun lit upthe world's scarsand felt bad, hung its headthrough the horizonand cried in shamenow i don't think it's evergoing to stop raining(i am holding up my mind, i am shoving it in your face)
you tasted like mintI remember the way you stared into my eyesin the front seat of your car.Our favorite song was playing on the radioand you were driving me home in the rainbecause I didn't have anyone else who could give me a ride.You parked your car in my drive wayand we watched the rain drops race down the windshield.You had kissed me goodbye before I got outand I waved as you drove away.And for a while, it seemed like I couldn't get the tasteof your minty lips out of my mouth.
.hatredis in labour,would givebirth toforgivenessif i let it(no)
Horror me up HaikuFeed myself horror,I need to believe that this -isn't all that is.
-six word story-kiss me till my sadness melts
.and they knew,they knew i'd gone -when they found me outside crouchedwith a string box and stick, singingi'm going to catch me my death,make him sick -now i sit in a gown that is whiterthan white, doesn't suit me,this ghost to myself -on the corridor bench with my kneestucked in under my chin, rattlingwith green yellow blue(i've told you, i know where i'm going)
let me know that you careCome a little closer,lean in a little further,look into my eyes,and then look down at my lips.Let me know that you care.Give me a quick kiss,or you can make it more passionate, if you please.Hold my face in yourwarm hands,whisper sweet nothingsinto my ear.Oh darling,I'll love you until the end.
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i didn't hold on tight enoughI held onto you so tightbecause I was afraid of letting you go,but you slipped out of my armswhen I wasn't looking.
One Day His Life Will Be a Classic.There's sorrowon his lips,and sonnetsin his eyes.Each scar on his wrist,speaks in fatal monologue.He lives a tragedynot evenShakespeare could write.