slits

she bleeds in her suicide,
and i found a metronome in the red lines she hides,
her heart is beating (at least for now),
but her skin are scars (at least it’s not bleeding now),
so what do i do? (i feel so helpless now)

s p a c e d

may symphonies be the echo,

that you kiss your lover to sleep,

every night,

i’ll make my way,

out of your moonlight,

into the silent noise,

of the silent night.

privacy

i read your thoughts,
in the secrecy of midnight’s dusk,
even though you never whispered your key to me,
i have broken in with a picklock,
feel free to call me a trespasser,
while i revel in your confessions.

chasing

slur me sonnet,
praise me like spilled rum,
dance the sunrise like the world is ending,
blur vodka into my crevices,
note my disintegration,
and hold me close.

harmony

i may be tone deaf
but your name is music
even though i can’t stand the sound
she makes, screaming it at the top of her lungs
as you press her up against the bedpost.

armistice

maybe this was just a fallout,
maybe this war has no ending,
like a bedtime story that trailed off as you fell asleep,
maybe this is just a break,
a pause so catch your breath,
because maybe this is just the beginning,
and there’s a whole battlefield for blood to be shed.

honesty

why can’t you say this to me sober?
you’re slurring your words, and you’re blurring my mind,
you’re caught in the bottom of the bottle,
and you stink of alcohol and cigar smoke,
fuck this, this isn’t bravery, this is cowardice.

verse

let me decipher your poem,
and count your stanzas,
envelope me in rhymes,
and treat me to an allusion.

ink

i know
that it is all in my head
but that’s why i need to get them out
(why do you think i write?)

Maybe

The distance between yes and no is equal to a universe,
For so many things have been altered,
The train has set,
And the tracks have changed gears,
A part or apart?
As if I can decide,
As if this is so simple, without complications,
You can’t promise me anything anymore,
And as much as I want it work,
I can’t help but feel that soon you’ll leave again,
Leaving me wondering why you bothered to return in the first place.