poems


Gin and Tonic.
Indulging in you is like
Indulging in honey;
Soothing, sweet, sticky,
Sneaky.
Sanctimonious.

I shouldn’t.
How couldn’t I?
You know
Of course, you know,
That I cannot, not.

When you roll down the back of my throat;
Sour,
Sharp,
Soft,
I realize again
And again –

That strawberries taste like lips,
Apples like morning air,
Grapes like fireworks,
And you like forever, never.





I don’t want to know. 
I suck on lemons
To erase the taste of you.
That sweet,
Sugary,
Melting taste
Of passion
Promise
Protection.
Were they lies,
Or just mistakes?
Don’t tell me,
Leave me,
I’m happy here
Sucking on lemons,
Tasting the sour
Tart
Troubles
That I keep.





And if I could do it all again, I wouldn’t.
I don’t believe in love at first sight.
I believe in yelling,
And screaming
And tears that flow faster than the blood in my veins,
Yet softer than the way you hold me
When we make up.

I believe in falling asleep at night,
Next to you,
Apart from you,
With you,
Without you,
Knowing it wasn’t perfect,
But you were.





Don’t crawl out the window.
Do not write me
Into your story –
Start again,
And start with me.
Do not build me
Into your world –
Build a world
With me in it.
Do not add me
To your list –
Start a list with me
And end it there.
Do not come to me
With tears or fear
And tell me that
You’re sorry –
Come to me
With tears and fears
And tell me that
You’ll stay.





All the things you taught me but never expected me to act upon.
You tell me to sit,
To be quiet,
To be respectful –
But what respect have you earnt through my silence?

I was not born for your
Fist,
For your grip or demand –

I was born for my voice.
For my booming,
Bellowing,
Voice.

For the thoughts that roll out of me,
The strength that flows through my veins,
The hurt that teaches people like you
Lessons.





Here, let me show you the door.
You came in like thunder
Roaring
Scorching
Tearing up the sky.

You came in like sunrise
Delicate
Gradual
Overflowing the riverbank.

You came in like vodka
Harsh
Fast
Exploding through the mountains.

You came in like candy
Colorful
Enticing
Melting the snow.

But now I see
The way you left
Says more
Than the way you came.






 Maybe you should get your feet wet.
You look like you smell of syrup;
Of sticky, sweet syrup
That has never known bitterness
And never will.





Lullaby
Pitter patter
Doesn’t matter
Tick Tock
Something’s lost
Dive down
Underground
Sink snug
Blackish smudge
Ring ring
Wring wring
Left right
Don’t write
Splish splosh
Table cloth
Crimson crystal
Cotton cradle
Tick tock
Lost lost.





This Is How I Leave You
You came in like the rains I’d been praying for
As I’d danced around in circles
In a drought of everything I was
Only the other night
You flooded my life with touches
And holds and kisses
And scratches and kicks
And bloodied bruises
I went from no one
To someone
To your one
Not my one
The water you quenched me with
Fell not from the sky
But lay buried within the earth
And what does that say about me?
But as iron sharpens iron,
So one person sharpens another,
So you sawed me into a weapon
Because I didn’t know any better
And I hated you,
Oh, God, did I hate you –
I’d probably keep going on
Hating you, forever
But the shit we shared is a mirror of me
And I can’t keep blaming
The mirror for the life it replays
I used you to find myself,
To save and heal my wounds
But I know now - you do not find yourself.
You create.
And if my mother was right when she told me;
A tower built on a hill cannot be hidden
Then I will build myself up as high as the man that made you
And as far from the underground water that is you.





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