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“the gloaming”
melancholy
spreads like birdshot
peppering my light
with darkness
but that’s not what kills me
it’s a beast called hope
clawing at my back
biting at my softness
growling at my ear
whispering through tiny
breaths of stardust
telling me that I will heal
one day
but no one will ever know
how to love my twilight
poem #37
there are bite marks on the back of my neck belonging to a creature I’m too scared to name it tears at me breathing against my ear forever licking at my spine scraping its claws along my ribs killing me in its own sweet time.
“another question for Hank”
do you remember
the letters I used to write
asking questions
that have no answers
you made the light
so heavy
it was like a blanket
and you made the dark
so light
I was no longer afraid
when will you teach me
to do that on my own?
“the way you walk”
there’s a shadow
on the wall
that used to
be you
but now it is
war p e d
by the way you walk
and
the way you talk
is no better
another no good
there’s day and
there’s night
no in between
no twilight
oh, how I crave dusk
hold me back from
Walking home
there’s a short-cut
through the wood
I’m falling
I’m running
and neither will do
me any good.
in forever
I haven’t written
for so long
I don’t remember
how to say things
without screaming
I’ve been hiding
for so long
the sunlight scares me
and the moonlight
cradles me
I don’t know anymore
where the hand went
that guided me
or why the curtains
are so heavy.
in forever
I haven’t written
for so long
I don’t remember
how to say things
without screaming
I’ve been hiding
for so long
the sunlight scares me
and the moonlight
cradles me
I don’t know anymore
where the hand went
that guided me
or why the curtains
are so heavy.
sleepless
falling asleep
waiting
for you to say
something
thinking about all
the missteps
all the time wasted
waiting for magic
that doesn’t exist
all the time wasted
spent reflecting
on what doesn’t matter
anymore
So please say
something
before I fall asleep
tonight
with trauma comes something unexpected: grief you must allow yourself to grieve so you can find the courage to heal
“and what exactly am i grieving?”
the person you were before this happened they are gone now but like the phoenix you are capable of rising once again it just takes time
(cc, 2019)
about you
I wanted to write
for you,
believe me.
But the words
never stuck
to the paper.
Sleepless nights,
I spent staring and
struggling to give
you my words.
I’m just not that sure
about you.
poem 140
I’ve gone so long
.
not speaking a thought
that I fear
I may have forgotten
what it means
to be.
poem for the end of the day
it wastes your time
it’s almost painful
as minutes simply fall
away from your life
it makes you feel
desperate for a chance
to try it again
leaves you praying
for some kind of
time machine
to take you back
because you think
you won’t squander
it again
But you always do.
a poem about self
I used to think
it was your distrust
in others
that made it so difficult
for you to love
but now I know
it was the distrust
in yourself
that held you back
and the way you cried
on the phone that night
saying open hearts
are often left empty
made me feel sorry
that even your sadness
wasn't enough to make
yourself whole
poem #33
if you were here
right now
you’d be running
fingers through
my hair
telling me that
not everyone
has the same
nightmare
and that
I shouldn’t
worry so much
about today
I’m overwhelmed
drowning
and I need
a hand or two
to save
me
I’m feeling far away
why don’t you
ask me why
I don’t know
how to say
otherwise
that I want
to watch you
smile in your
sleep and
hear your heart
beating against
me
I don’t know
how to say
otherwise
that I need
quiet
and to feel
your hands
smoothing out
the scars that
time has left
behind
I don’t know
how to say
otherwise
that I love you
even when
there is no light
even when
I’m feeling far away
tell me
to focus
on your hands
and nothing
else until
you say
otherwise
tell me
in the quiet
with your hands
you’re here
still
even when
there’s no light
and I’m feeling
far
away
And I need you
to save me.
dear man
dear man
you have shoulders
strong enough
to carry the world
dear man
I’ve never before
witnessed
such perfection
standing in that doorway
dear man
you have hands
smooth enough
to flatten those
mountains
just outside your
window
so why are you
standing way over there
when you could be
showing me
everything
give me your sunshine
I’m not the woman
you take home
to meet your mama
My hands are dirty
and my soul is
long g o n e
.
Can’t you see
the stains
on my lips?
And the blood
on my fingertips?
.
The law knows me
by the taste
of my spit
and my father
taught me well
to not give a shit
.
I won’t spend
my days
trapped
in your pocket
This girl needs
sunshine
on her face.
