Poetry

Poetry

Just a friend

I wake from slumber Logic sleeps don't have your number There's one connection I'd like to keep do you really notice me? I cannot share this delicate ache this feels like a mistake I'd make You've little monsters to escape

Poetry

Urgency

I want to write. I want to know what happens next, but that’s not how any of this works. Creation peels itself one onion layer at a time. Leaves fall from olive trees when they’re ready to unwind. So I nurture, I water, I feed, I order, I

Poetry

Love-drop

I think I might need aftercare from cuddles. Every step I’ve taken in this direction has been a struggle. In my mind it’s pretty simple: Pretty girls deserve pretty words pretty things pretty touches pretty rings. But in the light the ache turns inwards. I deserve to hide

Poetry

Break my glasses

My eyes are open But I do not want to see I cannot bear the conjuring escape reality What was right in front of me? What kind of monster looked at me? Eyes were hesitant to meet It was the beast I had to greet That night I fought for

Writing

"Tell me about the icicles"

Icicles cling, but they don't often stab. They hold on tight to tilted roofs and drip-drop their way to the ground. One drop at a time. Taking their time. What's the rush when the sun doesn't shine? I want to be an icicle. Maybe

Poetry

Flashlight

Fear of what the light doesn’t touch. Why do I find myself in a rush? Look away, focus on the gloom, I need this delay, trade weapons for tools. Intention. An important distinction. One fools fail to mention. Wield colorless tinctures. Open to new customs, I begin to try.

Poetry

Missed Storge

My thoughts skewed by past pressures, I am afraid to be seen. Scared you’ll take storge for eros, but that isn’t what I mean, that’s what strangers have seen. So I’ve taken this devotion, This urge to be kind, Keep it secret, Keep it safe, But

Poetry

Take It Back

I want to take away my tenderness Give it back! But I can’t undo the agony of a willing heart attack My muscle aches from every bitty bite you eagerly snatched Bleeding out from forced shapes we willingly mismatched So instead I’ll learn to fail Switch up the

Poetry

I'm the family vampire.

I cry like clockwork. I drink the milk. Consume her flesh. Run her ragged with unreasonable demands. She offers a hand, I claw at her arm. More. More! Give me more! I should be satisfied with clothes that don't fit. Food that grates my senses. Roofs that are

Poetry

The Dragon and Her Knight

Once upon a time there was a brave and gentle knight. Her armor polished to the point it reflected the palest moonlight. She heard tall tales of a princess captured by a terrifying beast. To everyone’s surprise, the dragon was a brilliant shade of pink! She rode across hot

Poetry

Closing my book

I am not an open book anymore. I am available to be opened. Ink spills over countless pages, You’d need a lifetime to turn them. I don’t want to watch you read, sit idly by in clear blue sky, Please let me read your pages well, your shoulder

Poetry

if they wanted to they would

Me talking doesn't equal them listening them listening doesn't equal them understanding them understanding doesn't equal them remembering them remembering doesn't equal them acting them acting doesn't equal them staying them staying doesn't equal them committing If they