You were savingyour name for another’s list,your smile for someone else’sbruised, smothered lips.What love, in our heartacheto burst to be beneathour trampling feet?I began to love,while you began to drainall that ink upon the whitefrom your eyes,coated in lies.You were selling your heartto another, a mere thiefwho would never return it.In pain, counting grainsupon this…

Tracing you,outlined under these signsof a sunset clashing withsilver breath, caught underclouds of a fading winter.Because I want to remember,even if that means to rekindlea pain that should surrenderto coming warmth,healing’s veil.A cloak of stardust,a blend betweenwisdom and the reachfor something else, other thanwhat did more to abandonthan to teach.A dove’s feathersof a wedding’s white,for…

Heaviness has keptour forms from having leaptfrom that cliff,because we were reminding usto what makes the weight,reflected in tears we’ve wept.To feet, stagnant in stone,with skin that became morealigned with a wishful kind,more with an eternal sortto be counting these shardsof a reflection, to sort.In an ocean, tedium had becomewhat we were under the moon.We’ve…

On your stranded shore,there had been a light -a candle, one that meltedto reveal a cavity.It revealed that spacewhere you were buried,as you’ve found a wayto be released.From sobbing eyes,you are unveiled.From bleeding lips,you are whisperingwhat you have alwayswished to unfold.A candle, of your own,being a warm sentimentto decide at somethingyou’ve put off,while you were…

Who faced you the wrong way?We were children, in our touch,transparent in our promises,loving in our aptitudeto filter through our fingerswhat was meant to last.But you are crossing over,after a defeated existenceleft you feeling lonely.You recognize what to uncoverbeyond another beaten door,where there’s somethingless concealed, less smothered.A kiss could not reconnectthese wires of ongoing sounds,because…

I hear, through those woods,playing back to me in rhythmsof an oaken heartbeat,that there’s everythingto be afraid of,while I wait to sleep,as I clash in these shadows,passing time as I weep.I fear, within these thudsamong a sheltering existencethat rain can come in heaviness,more than where I’m buriedin a bed made of dust.I am ill, to…

That final step to takeburied you deep,kept you far – far fromwho will not everventure to your hiding place,drowned in a flood,cradled in the dark.To pure eyesthat see something else,I am not adopting themwhen I cannot clean these handsof what gets dragged in,in piles of nothingness.Mountains of ashesbrought skyward,laid out as miserable cushionsfor me to…

You forced your scarsto open in blinding daylight,curving your smileinto a fatal frown.You bleed without woundsthat anyone can see,except for me,because I have understoodwhat won’t close,without another door,another path forward.But your feet are stuck,your pace would be rigidshould you ever take a stepto find captivationin anything else,but the dark.I can see you, terrified,to become someone…

Crystallized madness -a circle drawn around some words,those that brought us throughan open door, into a curse.I’ve kissed you into sweetness,as you were, in your fever,drenched in bitterness.I’ve folded hand over hand,praying for a warmthto ignite our frozen land.Those without hopego missing without light,to guide them far from darknessand its ledge into an abyss.For us,…

Pushed into bold,cold words, from an old heart,that lost itself on its start,on its voyagewhere everywhereis an emptiness.I am sending you letterswith stamps like fingerprintson stained glass.I am weeping what littleI can spare, for your thirst,for you to escapefrom becoming worse.You are living in your mergebetween a split of waters,where one part drowns,the other burieswhat…

I’ve always leftresidue whenever I have everfollowed you, to another room.You are in those shadows,reforming yourselfin sacred corners,as I am always a ghostto freeze a breaththat you never abandon.Your tears come througha face that shelters itself,under damp ceilings.Water damage, to you,means nothing when youkeep blessing those ruins.What you doto keep me buried,is keeping me alive,thriving…

I place circles,drawn over porcelain skin,surrounding where wedried our flesh,brought ourselves downto feeble moments.Seconds were passedover skies in black drapes.I remember how wefelt our hearts,splashing in sudden rain,drying ourselves in the morning.We were returning to seeall that we ought to believe.To tears, we sweptsunlight beneath rugs,writing our namesabove scars,concealing our lovebeneath nude,crude stars.