you are
that safe kind of love
the kind that tucks you in

you hold my heart
as easily as you hold my hand


sings my soul

I knew

I was not hoping,


praying for this

in vain



we wake in the morning

and the city is already living

I am burning with love

when I whisper your name

you open one sleepy eye

your arms pull me in

with your face in my hair

and my lips at your neck

breathing in

breathing out


into you

and everything keeping me warm


I care less each time
now so adept
at shedding that layer of skin
(the one you touched)
I’ve heard all that shit
about forever
and I believed you while
your tongue was in my mouth
and your lips were on my neck
and your hands were on my back
what does this say about you
with all my love
you are nothing to me now
an echo
of a memory
just another ignorant, privileged soul
for me to pity



I’m not the one

I’ll make you fall in love with me

and then

in a plume of silent anger

I’ll make you leave

but I won’t blink or choke

at the thought of never waking up

with your arms wrapped


around me again

and you won’t ever forget

because I get just under the skin

nonchalantly sink into your bones

and I make you feel things

you never understood before

but somehow always desired

like a gift that keeps on giving

a sickness

that never really goes away





allow me to taste
the way the laughter
rolls off your tongue

I almost like the way it hurts
when she leaves
and the ache I feel
in my throat
for the familiar chorus in her voice
or the smell of her shirt

I will memorize the way her sounds feel
wrapped tightly around my bones


I didn’t mean it and I knew

the disappointment perfused

my rotten lungs

if I opened my clenched hand

I could press it with my fingertips

it left a semi-permanent indentation

unintentional… unplanned

but lacking the romanticism

of spontaneity

as were most of the things

but I stayed

I kept my fists closed

and my mouth

but some quiet part of me wanted out

I thought I could silence her

if I reworked the way I’m wired

gave in to your demands

to fit on the pedestal

in a premature illustration

I was disposable

a pipe dream

and you were easy to leave