Tale of Two Loves

  Your love chokes me and I no longer want thatI said you take my breath awayBut you are crushing my windpipeYour love makes me bleed, your love makes me cryLove hurts but we took the metaphor literallyWhen I said I wanted a crazy kind of loveCall me insane kind of loveWhat you gave me …

Pieces of Peace: Letters I Never Sent

One: We’ve gotten closer; we exchanged books and playlists which were equivalent to sharing pieces of our souls. We shared secrets that we never told anyone else and it was the first time anyone would raise a fist to protect me. You gave me a book and I saw it as a way to tell …

Scattered Poetry

Someone asked me if I enjoyed writing love poems I said yes, but I was lying because I didn’t want to explain I do not enjoy writing about an emotion that has a thousand songs, A thousand movies and best selling novels I do not enjoy writing an emotion everyone has the same descriptions for …

Letters You Left

There are writings on the wall There are writings in the sky There are writings in the places you’ve been Your marks are the words you’ve said over and over Laced in our memories because of constant repetition Rehearsed stories worth more than one conversation Some were told during drunken nights Some were told during …

Coffee Shop Novel

I’ve been in love with so many ideas Just grandeur thoughts of perfection The styles of a coffee shop conversation An ambience of witty jokes and sarcastic banter But all this fits into one novel description   Though the manic pixie boy has been overdone Overplayed to my imagination   I let my fantasy overtake …

Brick Wall

I must be out of my mind I’m just wasting my time Knocking on your door Waiting for you to answer I gave you all of my patience But all I ever get is silence I’m screaming at a brick wall Throwing stones at your window Knocking on a door of an empty house Running …

it’s rude to stare

He was the silent one On the south end of the room near the door He watched everyone His eyes sometimes shifting outside “He almost looks lost” In a crowded room he’s in the background Fading deep into the sea of idle conversations And animated laughter that echoes “He looks uninterested with any of it” …

Silver Linings

You can confuse yourself with reality Trying to fit imaginary story lines Avoiding any possibilities or signs Meeting fiction with desire What you don’t know is that Your mind is the liar You’re walking on the ground But your head is in the clouds You confuse questions with answers And you wake early Sunday morning …