Nights come, suicide consumes the line breaks; how some would grieve, others would not notice or mind. Daybreak would come, and they would all find peace by noon. Sure, they might eulogise my fashion blindness, but would not miss the constant sense of crisis. Yes, they might say something akin to "that man was an … Continue reading The Damaged Good
Never been liked enough to be indispensable, have you, dear? Yeah, when we were kids, there was only the fear of God our elders instilled, but life proved its own kind of buzzkill, didn't it? We fell off our wheels, took our spills, painted our dreams dark red. We learned to deal with self-sabotage and … Continue reading The Idea of You
there she was, my reminder we don't have to be either out of our minds or textbook composed; nor should we encompass pieces that broke off aeons ago. there she is, knee-deep in snow of another February, anything resembling celebration buried thirty-six and a quarter degrees below. besides the makeshift mountains, what do we know? … Continue reading Ruptured Valentine
Fuck a stranger or your lifelong flame. Kiss another with conviction or simply abstain. Commit to another or a series of strange. There will be nothing but pain until you love for yourself.
I said "I'm not who you think I am"; she said, "I'll be damned if you think it changes you."
Emotions are a toolset, little hammers and monkey wrenches. Darling, all mine are toy-like and broken. Still trying to mend fences with twisted metals, take white pickets and make them detrimental. Yours is my sentiment, long as I may never reach peaks you descend from, then emerge from air pressure's lows . Numbness uneventful inhibits … Continue reading Nicotine
Something still holds us together, now more than ever. My heart's in the gutter. Yours changes like weather. You're paper, I'm rock and the scissors we're caught between cut into serenity, a polyamorous conceit. But it's the glue underneath uneven constructions holding up self-destructive pedestals, origami vessels that yearn to be paper airplanes. My crayons … Continue reading Glue
Better men than me, more handsome, less prone to emotions holding him ransom; who remember you have phantoms too, and know where to find your sun when skies have been grey for days. Better men than me would hug you without motive, learn to ignore the roaches that rope around the floorboards, be gone from … Continue reading #Bestof17: Better Men Than Me
This wasn't no childhood love story, predestined, albeit a bit boring. I didn't meet you on some Sunday morning street; we weren't given serendipity's blessing. We came across each other, second-guessing questionable choice of past lovers and pieces of ourselves we gave away, voices of self-harm on replay. We persevered a little, learned to whittle … Continue reading For Ess
We stopped at the corner store for smokes,
rolling papers and
a couple cans of Coke,
abandoning bicycles with
bent spokes by
The cashier let it slide when we were too
poor to pay
the bill, told us to
come back tomorrow before eleven a.m.
We’d be a county away by then
but I’d send change
in the mail.
Fly away like hunted quail,
avoid wanderlust’s more
populous trails, reminders how
we failed to adapt
We drove all night to where the sun comes up,
posting selfies for no one in
I’m stealing his daughter with
origami maps and
papier mache vows.
If you want to lie beneath the stars after,
two newlywed nomads, I won’t be mad because you
were made for me.
Think of the tall grass as
our own little town, citronella
and the whole
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