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 16, 2014 § Leave a comment
You’ll be hurting me tonight
as I cut you from my world
no longer My Girl Friday
because we both deserve better
despite the potential for abuse
that lives in you
that I won’t let live in me
though we could have been friends
if there were something to be friends with
I’d still like to believe there was
at one point
before you tried to tattoo that purple
over the grey within you
and that must be my solace.
February 5, 2014 § Leave a comment
The dreamy elysian fields
I found myself in
drown in pitch
wrenched from the dregs
that pulled us both down
out of the rabbit hole
to the heart in intent
August 16, 2013 § Leave a comment
bathed in the scent of your cigarettes
lick it off if it gets too close
lick it off till the well runs dry
and all your secrets lay bare at the bottom.
Will you find mine?
in the moments I forget to care
you don’t tug at my links
but your pleas to break
We could both trace the scars
with my fingertips
but what next?