Dolls

I collected lovers.
Memories of them
like pretty dolls.
A cabinet full in my mind.
I can’t get rid of
these memories
and I can’t touch
these dolls.
They’re staring at me
from behind the glass
cabinet doors,
and I always find myself
apologizing to them.

shattered

I’m just a shattered human
held together by your saliva’s glue,
and I keep sniffing the air
like a wild dog,
getting high
on what holds me together.
No one kisses you like me,
because  nobody needs you like me.
It’s more animalistic than lust,
it’s survival.

MONEY

They say money is the root of all evil.
They say love is the root of all pain.

I’m in love with money.

I’m fucked.

Declaration

I am carved by the ocean and the night.
I felt the ocean mold me,
beat me,
until I took the shape it wanted.
It smoothed me over,
but left some rough edges.
I CAN STILL CUT YOU.

I felt the night
illuminate me with darkness.
It poured itself inside of me,
I mothered it,
and the night grew inside of me.
Its dark vines tightly wrapped
around my soul,
tying it to my spine,
just in case the bastard
wants to leave early.
I DIE HARD.

I am carved by the ocean and the night.

days go by

I am not
blowing out any more candles.
My dreams
have aged more than me.
Their skin,
wrinkled and pale.
Their hair,
gray.
I fear
my dreams are going to die
before me
and I won’t have anywhere to bury them.
I will be left
cradling them
like a stillborn child.

S.A.I.L.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
in search of spices,
so you found the same
when my teeth met your neck.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
in search of sugar,
so you found the same
when my lips
moistened your body’s secrets.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
in search of silk,
so you found the same
clutching my bed sheets.

You wanted to sail
the seven seas
and I wanted to give
you sea legs,
because we both know
you came for the pirate’s life.

sunburnt hangovers

Sunburnt hangovers
remind me of you,
to love in excess,
ignoring all warnings,
for our well-being,
to allow an unconstrained,
even if temporary, love
to burn with no limits,
just like
the sun’s UV tongue rays
leaving red lick wounds
on our bodies,
the drunken sun
takes body shots off of us,
and all we do is laugh
and hold hands.
We would torch
more than our bodies
for moments together.
Sunburnt hangovers
remind me of you.