She didn’t deserve you. Didn’t know the sleepless nights endless cries, homemade, garbage lullabies, sung to get a half-assed smile, ease you for a little while, bridge that gap between pain & rage, like twisting smoke of burning sage. No, the world didn’t deserve you.
You remember our first kisswhen I almost bit your lip? We were standing in the snow.I’ll never forget. You were never judgmental,never heartless, never icy. Didn’t think the day would comewhen you weren’t still beside me. Sleep well, My Love.I’ll be there soon.
Back then, we lost ourselves, faith, minds, in the thick smoke of infidelity, drama, lies exchanged to save face, pride, when in actuality we could’ve been better, had we simply tried.
I write, “A cardinal stopped outside my window and the nurses let me eat pizza.” You write, “Happy Birthday,” and for me to keep my wishes. I write, “I’ll save them for you so one day you can visit.” You write how that would be cool, whenever you feel sick less. I write, “Someday, like […]
We found grace in streams of yesterdays and dreams of tomorrows. We found it in interlaced fingers, tiptoeing on snow-covered decks, in late night fingertip massages, reclined, while winter vibes vibe to crackling firewood. Thank God. We found peace.
She once knew the harmony of words- rose-pink and yellow, birthing brilliant coral. She once knew how to merge them- raw honey, aromatic lemon pound cake tea. She once tasted their emotion- life, love, death&all… Now they escape her. And she wishes to know them again.
I, human, also known as charlatan, surmise that this too shall pass. Obfuscating our own eyes with our own beauty, & our own lies, while the world burns, waiting for its own time to see that pale, white unicorn, pointing its horn at a red giant. Too late for latent gratitude.
Dark moon of your eyestrembles my thighs.Sweet velvet fingertips.Our futures sway in the starsA mirage, a long forgotten wishthat this’ll last forever.We hold hands whilewatching slasher flicksin our PJs on the loveseat,rain tapping at the window,and make that last forever.
I’ve been feeling old. Came in surrounded, gonna die alone. When did winter come? This world is so damn cold. The sun’s been getting bold. It left, took my heart, like a bar of gold. With your summer gone, who’s gonna save my soul? All your doors are closed, shut out the fire, keeping in […]
We set a date- Depression and I. “Come in and please sit down.” “You’ve been here far too long,” I said. “It’s time I put you out.” He laughed and shrugged, “I’m not done yet. I haven’t tired your soul. I’ll tackle that first, my dear. And then you’re free to go.”