Brevity

“I love you” she lied. 
“I love you too” I replied. 
Words are so simple.

Everything about you is beautiful,
everything about you is a lie.

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I collect your words
into an anthology of things you’ve said.
Every fragment, every sentence, every word.
Every truth, every lie.
Every hypocrisy, and every promise.
I collected your words
into an anthology of things you’ve said,
and burned them to release them
from their cages of ink and paper,
to release them from their cage
of flesh and bones.

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my fingers are cold.
ive rubbed them against my pants
time and time again.
god,
god,
my hands are damp.
—and i cant get them dry.
i need to get out,
i need to get out of this skin.
this skin that doesn’t listen,
this body that doesn’t move
—i just want it to move
move a little bit.

there’s something wrong
with me.

Sand

I was empty when you found me
so you filled me with the weight of sand
and departed with the lightest smile
believing you had done me well.

You were the sea.

You were the sea,
and I was a ship.

“I love you.” I whispered.

“Then prove it,” you replied.
So I cut my sails and cast my oars
and listened to your laughter,
as I sank to join the others
 in your collection.

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I saw myself in you;
I left without a word.
You did not search for me;
no tears were shed.
And so it goes.

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She spoke in riddles,
they sounded so clear,
I could easily solve them,
if I tried in sincere,
but the honest truth is,
and always will be,
I was scared of the answers,
I craved mystery.

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You are asleep
 but I do not hear
 your breathing,
 not tonight,
 not anymore.

The Quiet Things We Never Said.

Ears pressed 
against chests
echo silence.


Blurred outlines 
upon moist lashes
as final sights.


Humming grows
loud with buzzing.


Nothing is said.


Nothing was ever said.

chaos & tranquility

As you sleep tonight
hours and lifetimes
will have separated us 
again.


How many moons have I
stolen as you’ve slept?
How many moons must I pluck
to keep our footprints
at the ocean’s edge? 


Oh how this night is wide—
so deep and dark, 
so indifferent 
to my shallow longings!


But how I feel you on this night!


Feel you with the force,
of a thousand crashing waves,
feel you with every fiber of my being!


Fibers so crazed with want,
they wind and weave
to the fit the likeness 
of the noose 
you find me hanging from--I will choose my own executioner!


No longer will I be hung unto you!
No longer,
No longer,
No longer. 

Mistake

I tasted the space between your lips
to savor the flavors of the past—
where fireflies lit the night
and our hearts beat like drums,
where lightning lit the sky,
and the dew kissed the grass,
where the winds stole our breath
far into the clouds 
and away 
our sorrows with them.

Hearts were created to be given, not kept. They test our strength and courage, force us to become aware of our weaknesses, our fears; useless when kept within us, hidden and caged, hearts only reach their full potential when held to the elements, brushed against the world, shared, used, broken…and if lucky, treasured by another.

Blind.

She struck me blind.

It happened simply,
over time.

My cones and rods simply…
shut down.

I could not take her intensity;
I could not look away.

She moved with fluidity
that graced the liquids of her composition.

I could swear that each atom of her being
had been crafted by the creator with care
above all overs.

How does she move like air,
around a sea of blindness?
How does she speak like silence,
around the crashing waves
beckoning her attention?

She struck me blind.

It happened simply,
over time.

I could not take her intensity;
I could not look away.

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I am who I was before
you,
I am who I am after
you,
And nothing
in between matters anymore.

I sang to you.

I sang to you,
my voice shook and cracked.

You smiled at my pauses,
my blushes under your watchful eye.

I sang to you,
my voice thick with emotion.

You understood I was revealing myself to you,
you understood I was baring my insecurities.

I sang to you,
slowly, meticulously,
but you didn't sing back.