By Myself

I'm going to tear myself in two,So that I can be with you,While also being by myself.Surely, there's nothing wrong to do,Since I'll be me and me, you'll be you,I'll be happy by myself.So when it happens that we're through,You can crumple me up and toss me, too,I'll be here, by myself.

In my youth, I was drowned

In my youth, I was drowned,Falling,Peacefully,Into the blessed black,Of the deep sea beneath,Until her hands found mine,And forced air into my lungs once more. So, of course, I loved her.She had saved me, after all,She cared for me,And told me she loved me,Her hands always holding mine,As though afraid to let me go. But then,She … Continue reading In my youth, I was drowned →

I Once Shared Your Name

I once shared your name, A badge on my chest, With such blinding pride,How could I have known,That behind your smile,And your soft kisses,Our name you whispered,Was laced with poison,Cold-brewed and potent,Born from self-loathing,Carried in your soul,Until, finally,I reached for your hand,And caught only air,You called me a fake,An idol of hate,Projected on me,A lifetime … Continue reading I Once Shared Your Name →

A Captain

A Captain goes down with his ship, It's the responsible thing to do, But my duty to my crew is dead, As dead as them bloated below, And my honor was sunk long ago, A wreck unsalvageable, This scuttled ship is worth no life, So why, Can't I pry my fingers from this helm?

Reversals

A distant sense of “nevermore”,Keeps me pinned onto the floor,Wallowing, self-pitying,While she leaves wanting more,Slipping out the back door.

Jukebox Remedies

A cold stiff drink is the best remedy for heartbreak, Something dark, alluring, a little cruel, Like love now lost to you, Now the classic jukebox remedy might soothe the fresh ache, Turning wounded rejection into artful cool, Or something just to cry to. Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Juke” as … Continue reading Jukebox Remedies →

The lunatic stars

The lunatic stars,Stir in me, an ancient lust,Cruel as cold iron.Only with the morning light,Does shame temper me again.

I remember love

I remember love,And the anguish that I felt,As it died, broken.So I swore, Never Again,And yet, of course, here I am.

There is a garden

There is a garden,On a distant island, where,Glory died for peace.

She lies, deep asleep

She lies, deep asleep,In a grave beneath the sea,Nestled in cold sand,While I, salt-faced and bereaved,Not brave enough to join her.