You came to my table,
with a wad of ones,
and some crumpled mystery.
I stopped writing for you, you know?
It’s like a phantom limb that can only sometimes stop itching;
and my voice is now lost in a faceless blur.
I came to your table as sacrifice,
with an apple in my mouth, a pig in my eye.
Blink not once, but twice, when I cry.
You took charge,
like you were built with a whip.
A sharp tongue that could cut you down
with only one quip.
And I see the way
your eyes stretch when you scream.
It is hollow and intoxicating,
without any gleam.
So I hide, tucked,
near the moon, in the starry night.
This is just what happens.
Turn off the light.
So the doors were like mirrors,
when I slammed my fists against their surface.
So little rays came from the sun,
when our irises split, with shrapnel and debris.
It was nothing but conflict,
like raging war within the gut.
You were nothing but the spirit
of the eyes being open while shut.
Like a scientific breakthrough,
you come to —
like standing from crouching, and the world is abuzz.
I’d really like to tell you:
when all the sunflowers grew anew,
I saw your heart like a lightning strike connecting earth to sky.
Oh, dreams of you, in the sunset,
I cannot forget.
Like a breakthrough, you come through; and I love how I…[Read more]
I’m left with empty contracts you’ve given me.
Here, coated in chills, I’m outlined with a memory.
Am I just a trace now, or am I echo upon a whisper that kept you close?
Am I a gilded wing? Or am I the sun that burnt you to a crisp, sir Icarus?
I’m left with empty memories about you.
There are newspapers without headlines,
and how I…[Read more]
How would I ever repay you?,
Said the strumpet to the sheep.
There would be miles to go before we wake,
and even more to go before we sleep.
The moon is full and vibrant,
while my arms are getting weak.
The stars were warm and weary,
and I kissed you on your cheek.
let me swing on your swing set again.
lets run from curfew,
and imagine our problems are bigger than they are.
you loved me like the sun greeting the glistening tide.
I just wanted inside your room, and to know you.
individually, we will never forget one another.
Do you recognize my pieces,
as they scatter through the rug?
I was colors when I met you,
now I’m lucky if I get grey-scaled.
I saw you in shutter frames;
for which, you moved too fast.
I now see life through my facets,
and everyone has left me alone.
I wasn’t a lunatic when I knew you,
but I was whimsical and eccentric, for sure.