aftertaste

I ate your love like a cake,
sunk my teeth into it
and got it all over my lips,
savored the aftertaste,
and licked my fingers.
I ate your love like a cake
until the poison took over,
my vision went black,
and that’s when I learned
who you really are,
that’s when I saw you
for the first time,
that’s when,
for the first time,
you became mine and
I lost myself.

immortality

Alcohol,
because I like the burn.
It makes me feel
like my flesh is being fused
with my ghost,
making me feel immortal,
all of me,
even the decaying parts
that you stopped loving,
giving my flesh the courage
to haunt you.

Nocturnal Encounter

I want to grab
a bolt of lightning,
peel off its sizzling skin,
unleash the fiery flames
it holds within,
feel the heat
burn my face,
and now my swollen face
is as red as the flames,
a burning rose.
Go ahead,
place me in the red vase
of your heart with the others.
Flowers look better together.

electric blade

We live on the cutting edge
and wonder why we bleed.

hush and rush

She smears me with melatonin
and adrenaline at the same time,
she’s a walking dream.
Even when she is not with me,
I am holding her hand.

cheers

I took my demons to a bar,
one of them
starts flirting
with the bardtender,
I think the fucker
is going to get lucky.
I need to keep an eye on him.
I took my demons to a bar
because
family time is important.

Tripwires

As you traverse through my soul,
just know that it’s full of tripwires,
and I don’t think you’ll make it.
The blood of fallen lovers
waters these fields.

i wrote you a poem

I wrote you a poem,
I got you double-boarded
with metaphors and analogies.
Boards nailed together
with unforgiving words.
Yes, I wrote you a poem.
I hear you
kicking and screaming within it.
I am burying you
in the backyard of my brain.

lost

we are just lost butterflies
being crushed by time’s wind

empty home

There is a wreath of broken dreams
on her heart’s door.
You can knock,
but nobody’s home.