Be Cruel, Beloved

Malignancy, I welcome, A cruel tongue so sharp, It cuts painlessly; Or your sinister contempt, Spreading like cancer, Tearing me apart; Give me all of your hatred, Anger and cold rage, A promise of pain. (a promise to feel) I cannot stand your pity: Eyes wet with sadness, Like you regret me. Like you'll forget … Continue reading Be Cruel, Beloved →

Stella

No matter how things were left between us, the phantom of Stella Alfieri will always linger in a quiet, protected place in my heart. She is my Muse, and for those rare moments when she is not somehow the source of every story, every tale, every lie I write, her mark is left upon the … Continue reading Stella →

This Week in April

I think this day wasvery important to mein a distant past.We grew older together,In a different future.

Ghosted

Phantom thoughtsPhantom memoriesPlay out to meIn reverieA reminder for meWhat I was meant to beOr how I seem to beBy eyes too keen(or rather too blind to see)that what they perceiveIs a phantom of meIsn't meCan't beBecause I'm gone ghostedinterruptedfuture haltedtrapped on read.

I don’t know

I don't know what you want,I don't know what I can give,I don't know where this will go,I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what to do,When even inspiration leaves me.

Aphrodisiac

Heartbreak is such a strangeAphrodisiac,Nothing is so comforting,Than another broken heart,Forcing ourselves to fit,Like discarded puzzle pieces.

Dearest Friend, so long

Dearest Friend, so long,I'll not forget you,Though it is better,To be forgotten.

Quiet Loneliness

I miss the warm days of youth,Of being a fool in love,But these cold days aren't so bad.Quiet loneliness,Like a cup of black coffee,Takes getting used to.

Left Behind

A light kiss against your ear,That you nuzzle into, laughing, fun, A speck of black nail polish, That you'd pick at, then laugh when I'd watchA pendant you often touch,That you said to never ask about,A sad sort of expression,That you might have thought you hid from meA little lists of your things,Left behind in … Continue reading Left Behind →

Desiderium

Dark images form pools on a white field. Film developing. Your face, obscured.