I felt seen by you.
Sadly, I failed to notice
Just how blind you were.
Category: Poetry
Untrue/True
if you believe the stories
i am the breaker of hearts
the stealer of souls
the crusher of the dreams
carefully crafted in their deluded minds
i am the cruel
cold
indifferent
heartless
lilith
draining all livelihood
and joy
leaving a trail of
emotionally annihilated husks
in my wake
if they ever took a minute
to examine their reflection
perhaps they would see the truth of things
but i suppose
one cannot
look into a mirror
when they spend their time
sitting in the dark
i am not the one
to illuminate their surroundings
my light is my own
Speculating Cost
i met someone
with a quiet intensity
so very
excellent at small talk
with dry
hidden humor
much loved
by the neighborhood locals
no fault
could seemingly be found
so
much like a discriminating buyer
at a curio shop
i have been inspecting
dissecting
in the hopes of
protecting
any investment
i decide to put forth
i do not like
being this way
but i have
been subject to
so many instances of
Buyer’s Remorse
my heart’s wallet
cannot afford
another loss.
Solitude
when the damage has been done
and the tears
simply stop
words of remorse
fall flat
scattered atop the debris
of the aftermath
always sorry
always making promises
with no ability
to follow through
forgiveness
loses all meaning
i find
being alone
saves me the time
the energy
the wrenching
anxiety ridden
emotional
and mental upheavals
of having to absolve
or be absolved
it is suitable
Straightforward Haiku
I miss your friendship
So much more than your presence
Next to me in bed.
Splinters
How do we miss
and continue to love
the ones who have hurt us
irrevocably
is it the moments
though brief
full of promises
promises
never kept
always broken
(breadcrumbs for
emaciated birds)
shards of
good intentions
scattered
slicing
through stubborn
normally thick
skin
with ease
(tis but a flesh wound…)
like tiny splinters
hidden deep under fingernails
there throbs
a constant pain
of remembering
what was
what could have been
what will never be
heart-broken haiku
i dare not reach out
though the temptation extreme
this resolve pains me
stir-crazy
my fingers twitch
an itching under the tips
a nervous searching
for the smooth feel
of the skin
across your cheekbone
they tap
impatient and out of sync
a restless dance of
digits
unable to sit
still
my mouth
a continuous
phantom tingle
tickling
my lips
so i keep them
pressed tight
to dismiss
them missing you
because
they are not kissing you
the memory
of that
the faint brush
tender touch
of lips
lingering soft
but urgent
against yours
sharply inhaling
the exhale
of
your breath
wistful
the days
slowly yawn on
while
i yearn
for that
blessed moment
when
we were one
Sunday
It is Sunday.
Just another day
which was supposed to be ours.
Yet
Here I am
Alone
Realizing that
Days don’t belong
to anyone
They are just
measures of time
fading into the nothingness
of the
eventual forgotten
Still
it is Sunday
Just another day
Yet
I haven’t the Heart
The Desire
Nor the Wish
to share it with
anyone else.
nonsense
after all this time
have you ever known me
the answer is saddening
but not surprising
for it is
unequivocally
no
but how could you
even if
i am whom i’ve always been
a quick scribble
the key half broken in the lock
soft drizzle through sunlit clouds against the blur of blue
a platypus
i speak
words tumble out faster than thoughts can catch
confusion
misinterpretation
a picture taken in the dark
without flash
i have attempted conformity
normalcy
complacency
rigidity
resigned myself to abnormality
(what a misnomer)
unapologetically and with zero malice
i am who i am
whom i’ve always been
fine wine and cheeto dust covered fingertips
technicolor costumes
against grayscale scenery
loud, unafraid
quiet, guarded
polka dots on plaid
silk sheets
sandpaper
mostly nonsense
and you’ll not be the one
to make heads or tails
of me
But Otherwise Fine 