Her words were like water to me.
I wanted to hold them in my hand
but they always slipped through my fingers.
I wanted to believe they would
hold me up like a ship but all they've done
is let me drown.
I want to believe that I can trust them
but I can't say that when I never
learned to swim and always
have to wear a life jacket
when she's around.
Monday, June 29, 2015
Sunday, June 21, 2015
Lunar
Your eyes are what I imagine moons would look like
if they never broke.
If moons never cratered.
If moons didn't disappear in the day.
Your eyes would light up my dark
and help me carry my dreams until
the sun rose.
I howl every time I see your eyes.
They draw out the wolf in me
and I am not afraid.
We are lunar.
if they never broke.
If moons never cratered.
If moons didn't disappear in the day.
Your eyes would light up my dark
and help me carry my dreams until
the sun rose.
I howl every time I see your eyes.
They draw out the wolf in me
and I am not afraid.
We are lunar.
Friday, June 12, 2015
Blood
I see the world in my brother's eyes,
the ocean in his heart.
He stands on tree roots
with cascading conviction.
He is all the things I am not
and everything I want to be.
the ocean in his heart.
He stands on tree roots
with cascading conviction.
He is all the things I am not
and everything I want to be.
Grenade Girl
She had a certain kind of heaviness about her.
The kind of heaviness you could see in her eyes.
Like she'd seen wars and
held grenades in her hands.
And the only thing
holding her body together was the sheer
hope that someday love would look her
in the eye and say "it's time."
Before the explosion.
The kind of heaviness you could see in her eyes.
Like she'd seen wars and
held grenades in her hands.
And the only thing
holding her body together was the sheer
hope that someday love would look her
in the eye and say "it's time."
Before the explosion.
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