black night piano
white star keys, the moon presses,
We were just disposable lovers.
He loved her in all her chaos,
her beautiful life source energy.
Tears stumbling down
the galaxies of her cheeks
from the black holes of her eyes.
Word comets crashing from her mouth,
striking his red heart planet,
getting rid of old life
and creating new life.
She was his Big Bang,
but still left burn marks on his soul.
At night, they would drink whiskey
to gently uncross their stars,
and bring their universe in order.
All was fine.
but my room
still smells of your soul.
Your poetry stains my sheets,
spiritual syllables from your body’s exhale,
sweet perfume of our sins.
You spoke of love,
but you only wanted to write forbidden verses,
and so did I.
My soul is behind the window panes of my eyes,
banging with two fists,
but not breaking through,
as this glass only shatters in private,
and only then does my soul
slide its wrists on the jagged broken windows
and bleed down my face.
Leave me alone.