Friday, May 29, 2015

High Poetry

You're kind of like a blunt:
each time you come around
you're a bit smaller
and I am 
more in my head.
It's funny how 
when I am high
the most insignificant 
tapping of your 
impatient fingers
rings in my ears.
You've been waiting for me
to be nothing -
I have been waiting for you
to be more.  

Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Kicking and Screaming

I have been waiting 
for the other shoe
to drop
and it has been taking 
too damn long
so I will kick with force
until it all falls
and we are the nothing
I already knew us to be. 

Monday, May 18, 2015

Regret

I smell like regret 
and it won't shower off. 
This scent like cheap 
alcohol the morning after
lingers against 
the goosebumps rising
across my skin
and I wonder which 
is more the sin:
the deed or thinking
of you afterwards. 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Monsters

I wonder
if the monsters
in our closets
will get along. 
How long
do we keep 
them separate
before we 
separate
or one of them
destroys the other? 

Monday, May 11, 2015

Revolving Door

You pass through
and sometimes 
go around again 
like a kid enjoying
the experience
but eventually 
you will exit
like the rest
and when I am 
not being used
I am worthless. 

Thursday, May 7, 2015

First Love Affair

He freckled soft
white sand across
his island skin and asked
Have you ever 
been in love?
like it was an invite. 
I declined
to answer with a smirk
instead lifting his hand
to my face to breathe
in the beach 
that contrasted
all my clouds. 

Monday, May 4, 2015

Children and Their Toys

You rattle me 
over and over 
listening to me 
shake inside out 
and something about
the movement gives
me hope even though
I am no more 
than entertainment
to be hand me downed 
to another boy 
unappreciative of the way
I move like something 
inside is broken.