A sweater

Crumpled on my floor

Reminds me of a dress

And a life

I don't think of

Anymore

Amidst the madness I found myself

Blood dripping like leaking roofs from my fingertips

Pricked by the thorns of your barren soul

Falling in grace upon your eyelids

I circle back to the phases of the moon and youth

Where blood magic calls out to the infinite sky. Energy and perception embracing the moonlight

Casting down upon the beauty of your perfect form

My fallen statue of Rome

My daughter of the Tourmaline sky

Brought down from the autumn night to forge the armor of my heart

And anchor my soul to the depths of loves collapsing walls.

I built a ship in a bottle:

Sails sown from sadness,

A mast made of madness,

A keel constructed from calamity.

I sailed it in a glass sea,

Winds sending it in search of

A harbor of peace

Destined to never be.

My dear;

perhaps the cure

to my insanity;

do you even exist

in the same time

and place as I do?

Does the universe

have enough sympathy

for my isolation;

to unparallel our paths

and let them cross?

Oh love,

my everything,

my nothing,

I am stranded

between not

and wanting you

to come around

for I am afraid of becoming

the fool I am if you do;

of having the hap

to cherish

only to, alas,

lose you sometime

when I piteously am

in need of you most;

and if you do not,

my heart shall

continue to beat

for my lifeless soul

until the remnants

of courage and fortitude

deepest inside

become nothing

but empty words.

- e.d.

21 June 2016 at 10:13

We spent all our emphasis

On words to wound the soul

With no regards

To what would fill the holes.

The kindest thing I said

Was when I didn’t say a word,

I never asked for you to stay

Because I knew how much that hurt.

Now if it’s all the same to you

I think I’ll bury this,

And bury myself too.

I only kept my body warm for you to use.

Blamed for bitterness.

Bound in forgiveness.

"He made a mistake"

Society: forgetful, innocent

Me: judgmental, ignorant

Vomit more verbose lies from your blistered tongue stating how everyone has their skeletons

As he makes more room for bodies in the basement since all closets overflow.

A laugh, a joke, a film a drink,

A touch rebuffed,

“Sorry” I didn’t think

There’s nothing here to distrust.

Take a shot,

Sit back and chill,

Alcohol is all I’ve got,

Don’t worry about that crushed up pill.

A stolen kiss,

Followed by no,

Innocence stolen, no longer bliss.

Slowly losing an inner glow.

Have another drink,

Take another sip,

Close your eyes it’ll be over in a blink,

Just let me take a quick dip.

Pleas are whispered against the lips,

No travels on the waves of the air,

A forceful touch against the hips,

Clothes stripped away and body left bare.

A stolen touch,

Snatched away is happiness,

Glimpses of memory prove too much.

A pain never ending in a dark abyss.