Month: February 2015
In an Ideal World You Would Have Fought for Me
There is something tragic about being a hopeless romantic
Something tragic about seeing stars as they were forty years ago
Twinkling at us
As if they are really in the present
The night sky is full of
What once was
Stellar memories haunting us with their glow
Your olive eyes are coated in these stars
Misrepresented
Love
Is misrepresented
It is not like being born again
It’s like plunging into an icy river
Hoping that it will become warm
Glacial Endings
Cold water is
Rushing into my capillaries
Filling my lungs
With your icy absence
Drowning my heart
In its cage
See Me
This Fog
Seems to quiet everything
With its dense translucence
Today the hills are gone
Slumbering under the damp sheets
Invisible like me
But when this fog lifts
I will still be
Invisible
To the only person that matters
Perhaps if it rained
The silver showers could bring
Out the gold in my eyes
And you would see my shine
Your Lap was My Favorite Place
Your hands are bleeding
So let go
You’ve held on longer than anyone has
It’s OK
I’ll learn to forget
Your hands in my hair
Your breath on my neck
The specks of orange in your eyes
So let go
Because you already feel so far away
Even when you are close
The Mystery Of M 