Monthly Archives: June 2017

You did not like the view,
but our love was just the window,
shielding you
from the elements you disliked
and providing security
from what is beyond.
You complain
that you did not like the view,
but our love was just the window,
and you never learned that,
so the curtains closed,
and what you do not realize
is that unseen window
is still keeping you safe,
and always will.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.