Tonight, the bartender asked me “what’s your poison?”, and I wanted to respond with your name. But the truth is, they have yet to learn how to bottle love, how to create a drug that’s potent enough to mimic the intoxicating addiction of another person’s heart, beating in time with yours.
So I will settle for a bottle of tequila for now, and a hangover strong enough to help me forget selected memories, even if only for a night.
Through clenched teeth and failing knees, my soul resiliently hums a symphony of hope. I know my heart will heal, fear will loosen its icicle claws. But for now, each keystroke soothes and revives the tender ears of my forlorn heart, as it listens to the tune of a humble song that calloused feet keep pressing on.
My chest is a coffin for every secret I am choosing to keep. I am burying them six feet beneath my heartbeat, grinding them into the earth until it erodes into nothingness, like that could make them any less true.
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.
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”→
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.