OUTLINES OF CIRCLES
I want to trace the outlines
of every blood cell in your body.
It might be only monotonously tracing circles
but maybe then I’d be closer to knowing
the paths of your bloodstream.
We’re only streams of movement anyway;
nothing we’ve eve done is deliberate
but I’ll continue to try to tear through
your consciousness, like tearing a hole
through the four cream walls of your home
where you first traced me
THE MOMENT I KNEW
The first time you smiled at me,
I died in a heaven of cosmo dreams.
I saw hues of gold that don’t exist
and beauty in my darkest days.
I WANTED TO IMPRESS YOU WITH MY LOVE FOR PLANTS
If I were a tree,
you’d be my roots
keeping me safe
If you were a tree,
I’d be your branches
keeping you balanced
what i would give
to live like the ivy
that covers the house
I dream of everyday.
We’d be intertwined
all the time and never
lose sight of what
we mean to this life.
you feel like home
and I would cover
you and keep you warm.
feeling sorry for myself
I crossed six bridges today
hoping you would be at
the end of each one.
The two things that we share are time
and the commodity of a home that only
knows how to breathe blood into our lungs.
I’m starting to fold over because it’s always
the same and it’s tired.
we can never belong to each other.
I think i can never be certain by the way
we say what we feel.
Sometimes the more you speak,
the less your words mean.
it was nice
Sometimes I would remind myself of people I’ll never see again.
It's such a funny thing; how some days I refuse to look myself
in the mirror like how you wouldn’t look into my eyes
every time I asked if you would ever miss me.
Because maybe I don’t want to know your answer,
and maybe I don’t want to see what you might see,
or how I may reflect back in your eyes.
It opens like a fresh memory, like chapped lips and how they bleed
when I laugh at how pathetic I am for hoping that we could
get back to the start, and wonder why I even thought of it.
Maybe this is why I decided to give up on a hopelessly tired you.
But the funniest thing is that I still manage to keep you
in the back of my brain. I guess that is my answer.
Short lived connections are heartbreaking.