Rain

Just a look It’s the only thing left At a picnic table, Music in our hearts, and hope in my head Uncle Vito’s pizza drenched from the rain once again I caught you with that look on your face Stand by me, dancing around my fantasy, and again that look found a home in your…

You don’t have to be sad

I‎t won’t leave my head. It’s a feeling; one that I thought only to be had by assholes and pricks. Lacking empathy, filled to the brim with a new sense of self. I fought it, and tried so hard to love and be loved by everyone else. I realize it’s not a bad thing. I…

It

Empathy seeping in through cold veins Filling holes built from hatred with something less than pain I miss knowing you’re okay I know that it’s a mistake; having an individual thought much less than hate regarding your state, and I’m sorry. Nothing to apologize for; you’re just never yourself, and you know me. The worries…

Erased

I guess i‎t was in my head all along. Is there any moving on, when there was nothing ever really to move on from? Guess not… It’s hard to imagine you’re just fine. You, the victim of wasted time. I, a victim of my own imagination. Fake memories shattered None of it ever mattered

Letting go doesn’t look good on me

Thankful for the time spent. Sickly hopeful our cycle won’t indefinitely end. One day I hope to call you my friend. I‎t just wasn’t in the cards I guess. This is the outcome when you play with trick decks. Letting go doesn’t look good on me Keep me safe in your loving memory I’ll go…

When you have a fear of Alzheimer’s like me

I won’t talk too much, no not anymore, Can’t ignore pain you implored for, There’s no starting over, really though what for? You said I guess things change, accompanied by a hopeful smile I hadn’t seen before. I’ll relive these moments, day after day after day “What do you think? Feelings just magically changed?!” Black…

Start Over

Moving is scary, moving on is worse. What happens when the Earth turns, like a table top, and you’re falling face first? We hang to the edge; our cliff’s only ledge, or we leap to our threateningly inevitable death, and we can only hope for the best. Smack against the waters embrace. Hold your breath…

Indigo

Hunger satiated by bites that aren’t taken. You’d think sleep would help, but you’d be mistaken. I keep crying for no reason. A fresh start awaits; no time to pick up the pieces. I’m pressured to run away. It’s the only feasible choice left to make. An antiquated optimist, I’m having trouble believing. In anything….

On impact

The moment you start to feel unstoppable. Everything seems to be going right. Pay attention. It doesn’t feel that way for everyone around you. And blindly believing in someone in a constant battle with their own emotions and fears will ruin you. A few days ago you were enamored with joy and power from the…

But I’m not finished yet

Using look up to recall the meaning of words written by myself. Excuse me while I unexplain my actions. Hang my compassion from an unsturdy shelf. Ignoring the ignorance of others listening to Turnover under the covers, one more overcast day holding back tears I prematurely promised myself at some point would have to go…

The taking tree would’ve been a much different story.

Brick walls & chandeliers. The couple across from me, happy. Sharing art, sharing feeling. Sitting on corduroy couches, sipping decorated lattes. The caffeine, healing. Cacti in coffee pots, abstract centerpieces reflecting life. An illusion. Community gathers, and I’ll remain in my corner sulking in self hate and self obsession one in the same. I claim…

Places and things 

It turns out I do have the addictive gene. Nothing strong enough to consume me like people I know inevitably will leave.