Adoration becomes you:Your grey eyes shimmer,Your smile is sharper,Your laugh is brighter,Your world seems better.My jealousy knows no bounds. I feel like a phantom pain,Sadness that lingers,Waiting for the day,That your happinessDulls to cruel boredom.Will you still be beautiful? I choose happiness,Let me be selfish,Just this once, oh God.
Tag: Poetry
Falling
Visions of snowfall reverie, Dancing gaily on your hitched breath, Caught on wet eyelashes, Dyed a red wine-dark, Smeared like your mascara, Falling as black snow.
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.
Poisoned, Seek no Antidote
My mind is poisoned through and through, To leave me yet yearning for you. By these fingertips dipped in blood, Records our masochistic love, Haunting my every waking dream, Unfurling in a decade's scream, Choked down by a memory's kiss, Fey thoughts I have: a little misery is worth this, to feel less marks it … Continue reading Poisoned, Seek no Antidote
Dark Mirror
I feel awake now,After this long winter sleep,Feeling lost somehow.The man in the dark mirror,I no longer recognize.
What Books Need
Some books need coffee,A quiet lounge at midday,Gentle distractions.My mind wanders to and fro,Sweetly consuming slow words. Others need darkness,A calamitous ruin,Rain and thunder on.May the world dissolve away,So long as I can read on. My favorites need you,Bright-eyed passionate reader,To cut out my heart,And exchange our bleeding souls,To reveal the truth in us.
jealous
I can't stand her eyes,When they alight with passion,Thinking about you.It's an ugly thing, you see,The green envy within me.
Discarded Recollections 