Too many nights
Tonight finally was
Begging God
Which He warns us against
But He loves you, so
Just this one last time….
Bring him back
I love him unending
Bid him tell me why
I was not worth a goodbye
The mirror becomes exhausted seeing your broken heartedness
605 nights
You finally break your own heart enough to tell yourself
I love you, Lisa
Say that instead
Such words do not feel so difficult or surprising afterall
And you believe it
You go on and grow
Pay no mind to trails of tears
You created here
Keep the hope, you must
Kind-hearted people told me
Now thus, I bid you
his harem and the hell of it
writing our hearts out
we
playing nice, polite, naïve
negligent, thus failing
sorrow shrouds our intrinsic prettiness
our intellect
O, Ego
His-n-Hers
God gave me this house
yellow, yes — at first glance
diffuse your gaze, step back and see
sentience walks these halls
juicy details of pain, love
striving, ceasing
success and victory
go or stay, either way
none of it’s yours to peruse
Driving yesterday, Friday
Suddenly, my periphery
I saw you
You saw me — singing, maybe
Our worlds, long since finished colliding
We, continued
I singing, still
“Why are you alone?”
The music sneaked up on me to ask
Caught me off guard
My voice was in another world
Singing of a lover’s soul
So I sang soul music to explain
Loud, because of my soul’s pain
You’ve bored me
Made me headachy
Your hostility
Posing as humid tranquility
Asking here anonymously
What everyone else, unafraid to make themselves known
Already knows
But I answer thee
I’m still fit to garden and be poetry
Though you’ve pained me
A pain in my ass, a pain in my joints
Merely temporarily
Creeping, wrinkled, you’ll continue
Pettily
I’ll arrive on rain
That I’ll sooner quench your pain
As a love letter
You, the junk
The addiction
The smack to my very well-being
The contraband to my no-pain-and-suffering-of-sentients policy
I, the chosen one
Queened for just such a time as this
Dignified, decree you
Sacrificed, nonetheless
Original thought credit: “Perhaps you have come to royal dignity for just such a time as this.” -Esther 4:14
Wondering how I am passing the time?
Living down your calamity, I
Why?
How dare declare it, you
Love?
Stealing songs as promises
Recall?
The rest of my life, and what am I doing?
These shoes fit me painfully perfect, I’ve learned
So I walk in them willingly
The right height for to carry me
I keep watch above the clouds and toes tied to Mother Earth
My spirit bird, a Phoenix
Mythical and real
Charred from technicolor determination
To fly at all times toward the truth
To flit back and forth from fire to firmament
