January 3, 2015 § Leave a comment
And forgot to take the memories
of the little things that soothe my anxieties with you.
Will you return
With the snow you hate so much
The same as before, leaving
nothing behind in your mother’s web?
January 1, 2015 § Leave a comment
One of the few gifts you gave me
Was a soft mantle made of cloud.
The colour of liars and thieves
Who never know gold when they hold it.
I had to learn to break from it
To hold gold myself.
April 14, 2014 § 2 Comments
I cannot accept the ring
You handcrafted so cunningly.
The pure romance of the gesture
Has been consumed by the
That brought us here.
Purposeful distance and peacocking.
This prize you only want
Because you know you’ve lost,
And I hate being seen as a prize.
Lacking all that matters–
A marriage by ring only
Was never my style.
March 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
Those red flags dusted your eyelashes
Shutters flashing open to reveal your fears
I was fine at first
“We all have our insecurities”
And brushed them away with my fingertips
Redefining the very core of me
With their licks and edges
They fought against freedom
Leaving me alone
In the place they had once welcomed me to so proudly
Those brilliant red flags.
February 4, 2014 § Leave a comment
fumble as you will
with those keys on your ring of hearts
mine is still enmeshed
in the core of that seashell keychain.
January 12, 2014 § Leave a comment
should past conquests be
what keep us cloaked
from the chill of present insecurity
on low days
when we cannot accept
the smiles of lovers
can only ever bring
a whisper of comfort
in the power they give us to change
for a shallow boost
that is granted much better