You Poor ThingI am sorry for your skeleton,You Poor Thing5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way you carry yourself when you walk into a room
like your arms are tied and your mouth is empty and you've been
kept prisoner for a year, waiting for a bird to arrive
at your window. Your eyes are full and I spread my hands and say this;
sorry, like a man abandoning his lover in a cloud of dust. I am sorry for
your eyes, resentful like a North American river.
Sorry, for everything, for your breasts and womanhood.
You are standing on the edge of eighteen
relunctant and awkward; you do not want
to spread your legs wide and let the world drop its' pants
to fuck you. You are standing on the edge of something
looking afraid and saying no,
I don't want any spaghetti. I'm not hungry.
I'm hurting and horrible the way that a person feels
when they shatter the shell of a snail by
accident. I cannot say sorry
enough for your hands, scrabbling at the surface
of a wooden panel unheard, clawing at one another
like you're putting a deer in the headlights
lines lines lines lies.so tell me boy, did you carve pretty poetry in your wrists, too?lines lines lines lies.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've seen your masochistic smile and bags of worry under those green green eyes-
do they ever fall apart?
you're a stone- faced gargoyle and i am notre dame and we co-exist in
a way that we destroy each other, one limestone chip at a time.
tell me if you long for silence because my words only make you feel emptier than before because they're so meaningless-
but boy, the only thing i have left are words and if they aren't enough
then i never will be.
i need to see your hands so that i can tell if you've given up
because i've come to realize that the truth is only told in your palms
and those green green eyes can lie their way straight
through to my stone-cold heart.
when silence holds you by the very tips of your toes
and threatens with her golden teeth to let you slip slip slip away in
to the black abyss of quiet
she sings you a song you'll never hear twice-
of raindrops floating through clouds and radio lines of love.
his+mine.i won't let you go.his+mine.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someday i'll write all about you and i and pretend it was a tragic romance with a lost fairytale ending. but that wasn't how it really happened.
i loved you in some way. i won't say you belong with me, because we both know that would be lying. even so, you don't belong with her either. don't fool yourself. i picked you because you were a lost little boy who wanted to grow up too quickly. that's what they call premature aging, don't you know? it's not your time yet. so why don't you just lie down and breathe the night sky while you can? but you were just a boy. a boy with golden hair, darkened by pitiful sins and bleached skin from all that alcohol you ingested. you were one with ice blue eyes, eyes that had a glacier-like surface. i only scratched a layer of it, but we both know that it would crack and shatter sooner or later.
i was, and still am, a scared little girl. i was lost in my dreams. so were you. instead of finding one another, i thought we could
superficial wounds2:05 am let-downs and you are just asuperficial wounds6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
telephone call away.
lying barebacked on your trampoline naming
tiny stars after dead relatives
to never let me forget you even when it's
all i want to do.
contemplating poison ivy or arsenic
embedded in your next play-thing
so that she can damage you as much as you
plan to damage her.
knowing you're a thousand night-skies away
swimming with fishes and mermaids quotidiennement
rips my heart to shreds-
even though all i want to do is forget.
you and you silver tongue have got you far enough-
now you need heart.
(the one thing you just don't have.)
tell me it was a lie and
tell me you didn't mean any of those words
you engraved in my outer epidermis.
tell me it was opposite day and
tell me it was a dare and
tell me that you still love me with every hair
on your head and that you never meant
fuck you and your words and eyes and scalpels-
you've cut me too deep this time.
and the world just keeps spinning faster and faster,
autumn in englandi wouldn't take upautumn in england5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
much of your time,
i wouldn't dare;
just a quick cup of
coffee or tea
and a drag on an
and i'll evaporate
with its smoke
i will be your evanescent steam
a quiet opening of a letter-
here is the red leaf i pressed for you
now three autumns past,
the trembling black ink quavering
over ocean lines and paper
i will ask you
how is your life now,
and how high were you last night.
how is your girlfriend,
you didn't tell me about her
but i know,
and did you know,
you changed your number
and didn't tell me
well you did
and i can't reach you now and
it scares me
i'm training my eyes
on the blood i watch run down my arms
i'm cutting again
and this time it's deep
i guess i didn't tell you either-