scioto sunsets:
the sun comes and goes,
as the day passes from
dawn to dusk;
you are my sun and you set
moments agone.
i am waiting for you to arise,
supplying my eyes with your
honeyed rays of light.
if i had my way you
would always stay,
but you're as free
as these words i write;
your choices are yours,
they will never be mine.
untitled #5:
it was okay even when you
damned my name, taking the
remains of my brittle heart
and it was okay when you
stole my soul, crushing every
last bit of light i had to offer
you were okay, and i wasn’t.
and that’s okay, for i’m to blame
for giving away my heart,
my soul, and my name
coffee shop thoughts:
a cup of coffee and
an ounce of words.
turning my heart into
ink, acquiring all the
questions or answers
to seek
fragility:
your heart isn’t capable of
treating my fragile feelings
rationed for your discretion;
releasing more than the blood
pumped through your cold,
apathetic body.
and you dismissed them.
they are fragile for a
reason. i am delicate.
my heart is supple; you
crystallized my veins,
twisting them together,
taking the remains.
the beat of my
existence will never be
the same, for it only beat
for you