you have him to go to when everything goes wrong i am happy for you but there is a dark part of me that burns with something horrible i am selfish and greedy and remember it all you have him now to cry to but i remember when you came to me and i cameContinue reading “in the end i have no one”
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cleric
she remembers her first memories the warm hearth of a fire with kind eyes glowing down at her in the fire light the eyes of her mother the low rumbling hum of a man a distance away the hum of her father it was love, her first memory the next memory was fire but itContinue reading “cleric”
never a no, always a yes
i love you, i love you with my whole being for you, you have put up with me and know when my words are walls and my actions a mask you always know when to ask and respect my boundaries when my skin burns and you, always you, are willing to embrace me when theContinue reading “never a no, always a yes”
modernity
this world demands of me so much i give it all until my skin breaks my heart stops my eyes burn and my brain dies but it continues to take, take, take and it will continue to do so with no payment it needs to make
the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?
you trace the curve of my jaw while i chew on my kiss-bruised lips it is dark but you can tell I am not there, your lover is not in the body next to you “what are you thinking about?” you ask my ears hear your words and i sullenly say, “myself” i am thinkingContinue reading “the great library of alexandria burned to the ground, were we the ones that set it ablaze?”
gilded age
those old pictures disgust me i keep all my old photos as memories made a nostalgic addiction when needed but the pictures of the three? they rise a tide in my body, guilt and anger a physical and mental one guilt for what has become since that fateful moment anger, anger for all the wrongsContinue reading “gilded age”
the city of alexandria will burn us
this can’t be right, you and i i wish it to be but my mind trembles of the consequences that may come to be
sunburn
pale skin burns the sun it burns me i have been called the sun my hair, it is golden my eyes, the grey and blue, like the sky where the sun sits but my skin is fragile and no matter how hard i try to become the sun it will always burn me
metaphorical alcohol
i naturally dislike romanticism, sentiment, tenderness sentiment has a rush but that rush only lasts for so long and leaves a terrible burn
a poet's confessional 