I’m laying here awake
Naked
Skin soft and supple
Lips wet
Fingers on your chest
Cheek against your shoulder
Ripe
Sweet
Open
And you’re checking your phone
For things that will never be
While I’m here next to you
Ready to be plucked from the stem
Heart racing
Heated
And pleading
But you
You’re too far gone
No matter how many nights you hold me
Beg me not to go
Smooth my hair over my shoulders
Kiss my forehead
Placate my whimpering trembling body
You’re never you
Not anymore
You’re just a shell
Hunched over your phone
Next to the
Sweetest fruit you’d ever eat
Escaping to the things that bitterness is made of
Just to pretend to feel whole again
Like you never will
Without me.
Tag: borderline
miracles
I’m standing here
bathed in the light from the hallway
still waiting for you to come back
to say thank you
to love me again like you used to
but deep down I know you’re never coming back
because you’re angry and I’m angry too
because I hate you and you hate me too
because there’s nothing we could’ve done
but just waited for each other
and you’ve moved on
but I’m still stuck here
like a ghost
loving you
and you’re out there searching for other things
and still missing the point
of someone so devoted they would stand here
door open, hands at their sides
waiting for a miracle
but maybe miracles don’t exist
outside of fairy tales.
you’re an idiot
Thanks for being
the only person
who never fails
to let me down
Vignettes: Ultimatum
You gave me an ultimatum. I did what you wanted. Quit my job, changed to a different one. I did absolutely everything you asked. Then last night when we were laying in bed, you were holding me, kissing my forehead, caressing my cheek gently…telling me how beautiful I am.
I whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear it
“I love you”
and you laughed
“That’s cute.”
It’s Called Breaking
I had a dream last night that
you held my hand and playfully asked me
“Why are you holding my hand?”
And you held it fast when I tried to let go
and I thought to myself:
“Maybe it’s time to be less pessimistic”
then I woke up
to the same feeling of falling
slowly into fire.
Poetry: Less Than
Every day it’s the same thing
no matter what you’re always better than me
in your eyes
somehow
because I’m nothing to you.
So Far Behind in Silence
When all of our friends are married and you’re still fooling around, I guess it’ll all make sense to me then.
you are and always will be…
a child.
& i even love that about you
Poetry: Delusion
Poetry: Hope
Poetry: Rocking Chairs
I want to grow old with you
but you’re too preoccupied with all the bad
to see all the good