The kisses you gave me were
promises you didn’t mean.
There I was, like a Thespian,
pretending your kisses can
give me wings, but truly they
were a metal case, clamping
over my heart and lungs. Teach
me how to breathe through my
skin. I don’t ever want to
use my lips again.
*Thespian – For © Our Poetry Journey Contest
Look at how long this heart
can hold its breath. No kind
of pain can suffocate it.
It is so resilient, so strong,
stronger than my mind and
the grasp I have on any soft
thing that’s left inside of me.
*For May Musings hosted by @psych786angel
On those days when you’re feeling
like a suitcase that’s between
here and lost, think of me as
the tag on the handle reminding
you that when you feel too heavy,
you will always have a place in
my heart to return home to.
I can offer you my hand,
my impatient tentacles that will graze your thighs. Let them find us gasping in bathroom stalls and buses with our fingers sticky with greed, with eyes that see only dark corners and opportunity as we rendezvous on lover’s lane.
Continue reading “Anything for you”
My chest is a coffin for every secret
I am choosing to keep. I am burying
them six feet beneath my heartbeat, Continue reading “Erode”
I do not yearn for discoveries that lead me to the far ends of the earth.
I crave for adventures that lead me to the hidden corners of your heart.
Continue reading “Craving”
I am afraid that you will keep trying to open me up
only to find out what haunts me nightly.
I am afraid that you will only see how
I am composed of just trivial things like bones and muscle,
blood and sinew. I am afraid that you will wear out my heart
every time you make it beat beat beat
ninety six times every sixty seconds
when you’re around.
I am afraid.
Forgiveness is the art of sewing up your heart and pretending the scars aren’t there.
Bury me in 2 coffins for 2 halves of my heart.
One for the one I want to love forever,
and another for the one I never should’ve loved.
Bury me in 2 coffins for 2 halves of my heart. One for the one I want to love forever, and another for the one I never should’ve loved.