January 28, 2014

Some nights, your hands will tremble

as if you are holding a gun to your head
and the only cures that you will find
are sleep 
and the hope of a new morning.
Some nights, though your day was light and
airy, your head will cloud with
an incoming storm
and there is no escaping it
you must dive in with your warmest clothing
and hope that it does not soak you to your bones.
Some nights, even the happiest chords will leave
you gasping with tear stained cheeks
do not worry child,
it is merely a sign that you are 
Never let the world seize your ability
to feel and see and know

Your shirt still smells like you after months buried in a suitcase full of my clothing and it’s on days like this that I’m convinced the universe is engaged in an elaborate attempt to break me.

Some days I feel so fragile that a single look could accomplish it’s goal.

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If I could take away
all the parts of you that make you
and toss them far across the continent
I would.

If I could cut out all the things
that make life so heavy
and scatter them in the sea
I would.

You deserve nothing more but the
brightest days
yet you are surrounded by darkness

I want to help you touch the sun
like Icarus and Daedalus
conquering the sky together
without taking such a plunge.

dog days

emotions change with the season 
and i fear that the heat of this summer
has burned too much happiness away

others feel desolate in the winter
but it’s in these scorching months
where steam rises off the asphalt like fire 
that i feel most alone.


A Letter That Will Never Reach You

I want to tell you so many things
starting with
I am sorry
I love you
You were always

But I can’t
and I won’t.

I hope that you will
stay happy and
full of wanderlust,
that wherever the world
takes you
the solar system will always
reflect in your eyes,
and that life will be kind.

Fate played a cruel trick when she convinced us we were meant to be.