I Do Not Need You

I will never be your damsel in distress will never need you to change my tire fold me up into the safety of your pocket walk me home under the cover of your shadow or tell those boys outside the bar to settle down. No, I might not need a knight in shining armor but…

Blackout

I heard the click, audibly, In the back of my mind The minute those words left your fingers Power down the main circuits And all that’s left is the slow Quiet hum of the backup generator. It isn’t that I care, really, Who your gloves are Or how nicely your hands fit Inside them It’s…

Backdraft

It’s a lack of sound, a lack of words, a lack of effective communication. A cesspool of thoughts, emotions and unnerving apathy waiting for the reintroduction of air. It’s frustration, isolation, and fear. It’s trying to claw your way out and finding you’ve only managed to dig yourself deeper. It’s feeling like it’s getting harder…

Rise and Fall

I asked you for a smile And you brought me a sunrise In the middle of night Painted my walls all the shades of a sunset To remember you by Then tore them down, one by one, From the inside out As I watched the colors of you fading Beautifully, perfectly, delightfully Against my skin.

The screams look like smiles from the distance where I keep you

It’s a fault, really — this automatic response system. A built-in, fully customizable auto-pilot that allows basic functioning and a general appearance of being totally fine and confident, with absolutely no effort on my part. It just happens…well…automatically. And so you see exactly what it wants you to see. Calm, cool, collected… But completely broken….

Blade

You scream and shake under the glint of my blade gliding smooth, soft and precariously along your trembling lines keeping time with your exhale and the whimper of what we both know is not a safeword as though I haven’t already sliced you down to your very core and carved my name perfectly across your…

Cherry

Maybe it was the sound of those cherries falling right from the sky that startled me. Hitting the ground just hard enough to bruise just right so the sweet got even sweeter. And caught your eye, seduced your mouth, lips, fingers, and hands, fumbling through to find that bittersweet sting on your tongue and gushes…

Sugar

It’s like someone went and dripped the sweetest end of that sugar cane over my lips Just enough, Just far enough away That my tongue can’t quite reach past the corners of my mouth To devour you completely But I can still taste every moment With insatiable longing And your words melt across my skin…

Rush

the stars, with their own brilliant afterglow do a double-take while I, in desperation, push myself farther and walk past the dead spot of that river wondering how rushing water can sound like silence even in the dead of night. it isn’t a matter of shading or of grays and blues and fuchsias painted by…

Unplugged

The disconnect is tangible. Spanning entire rooms the breadth and weight of it floating across the pillows, and trailing through your fingertips across my spine resting heavy in the dullness of your glance. Even still I listen for the waves lapping at the sand miles away from this rickety old chair and watch the smoke…

It’s not the destination, it’s the journey

Those eyes, staring back at me Expectant and hopeful Waiting and wishing for the words I can’t speak Not with any sort of honesty. So, I stare at my hands, the wall, the floor, Your half-hearted smile, And listen for a voice of reason To echo through the chaos Like Circe Telling me which way…

Maybe it’s just that time of day

It’s like stepping into that other room. The one with the hotel-style drapes pulled shut, so it’s hard to tell whether it’s morning, afternoon or evening. But I’d really rather sleep all day anyway, so I suppose the point is moot.