I think it’s kind of funny
How similar we have always been
From the extroverted cynicism
To the delicate heavy-handedness of our youth
You crush me softly with rose petal fingers
And I shrivel happily
Within your palm
When I hear your voice-
Something deep within me stirs.
Something bigger than myself,
More primal, more desperate for air,
Clawing it’s way out my chest and into the light
It’s like I’ve taken my first breath,
Like it’s the first day of my life.
A Familiar wreckage
I see you at every major intersection.
The crossroads of my life dotted with the
Exhaust fumes of a love burned out,
Sputtering along the worlds most futile road.
Dead end signs approaching us fast and hard,
Until it was too late to readjust,
Too head on to step on the breaks.
At the last minute all we could do
Was close our eyes, grit our teeth,
And hold our breath.
This recycled air I breathe
Inflates me with temptation
The sanctity of familiarity
Only a shot away
I’m lapping at the banks
Giving way to the sensation
As it trickles over me
A gentle ecstasy
And once again I’m free
A slave to my own damnation
It’s a familiar dullness
The rise of my chest
The ache of the fall
When I realized I couldn’t have done
Anything at all
There you are again old friend,
A pen to paper,
A means to an end.
I think one of the hardest parts of letting go
Is knowing I shouldn’t message you
On a Wednesday.
I want to,
I know you won’t mind,
It’s not about what I say,
But that I reach out to you
I love you
I want to say the words
But i mustn’t
So I hide them away here
Where my daydreams dance with fallacies
And my couplets dine alone
A thousand days I’d dreamed of you
And a thousand more I’d wait
Pining, penning poetry for you
I chalked it up to fate
When those electric eyes glanced up at me
Darling I just knew,
I’d never be the same again
After loving you.
I’m a fool for many things,
Poetry, and rainy springs,
My morning coffee,
A familiar tune,
But mostly I’m
A fool for you