The summer sun scorches, air wet enough to swim through as my shirt sticks to me, clinging like your memory, a former lover that wraps around the mind and heart with arms as strong as the vows we made in the Spring of our love, when all was green and new.
As you fall deeper into your hedonistic haze, Pursuing pleasure to avoid the pain, in your daze You chase after a fix, a hit, to fill your holes But ever empty and starving remains your soul.
When the pain seeps into your soul, It then bleeds into your words And your actions reflect The torment within.
I woke at dawn and went for a walk, Listening to the birds sing the truth: “Cheat Cheat Cheat Cheat” they repeated from their perch, high above us. Assessing. Judging.
Two flames danced in the night One burnt dark, the other light Round they danced, but could not touch The distance and distractions too much To allow the flames to finally mingle And merge, so they remained single. Bursts of energy, and delight Then faded off into the night.
The American is out of tricks, Nothing left in reserve. For he gave you everything, Much more than you deserve.
If I never see you smile again, I may as well pluck out my eyes and go blind like Oedipus, for light has no meaning and only your memory would bring joy.
I believe that inside of you among the voids and holes and broken bits hide the pieces needed to build the most beautiful of women. Different than you were before when I first fell in love with you. Braver, more resilient, attractive because of the flaws instead of in spite of them. A new you, […]
Two and a half days since you disappeared. A stunning silence, more deafening than thunder.
I tried to catch a butterfly flittering in the air, and every time I thought I did turns out nothing was there. For she floated and danced around, untouchable and free, and the only thing that could be caught turned out to be me.