Collection

1/27/14
6:02PM

Fault

I've never
kissed your lips.

But I'm sure
they wouldn't taste the same
as they did
a month ago.

And I'm sure
it's all my fault.

I turned something so sweet
into something so sour.

1/28/14
12:25AM

Piling Up

Mugs of coffee and tea can't warm me forever.
They can imitate the warmth of your hands but they eventually cool down, like a hand after death.
And I realize that nothing lasts forever.
Maybe one day
I'll let you read these poems
and you'll smile.
Maybe that would warm me
forever.

1/28/14
1:42AM

after we started talking again

Confessions at 1:00am

I poured my heart out
and you handed me
a mop and bucket
and told me
to clean up the mess I'd made.

1/28/14
2:02AM

I needed a reminder that sometimes things will be okay

A Black Canvas
Sometimes
the sky is littered
with stars.
They cover the black canvas
of the night sky.
Little silver specks
lighting up the darkness
above our heads.

They're painted carefully,
one by one.
They take years.

I realize now
that it takes a while
for something beautiful
to be made.

So give yourself time.
Your canvas will be covered
soon enough.

And it will be
beautiful.

1/29/14
6:44PM

Untitled

I've learned
that broken bones
can be put back together
easier
than shattered hearts.

1/31/14
12:56AM

Cigarettes

I see strangers
putting cigarettes
to their lips.

It makes me wonder
if something went wrong.
If they wish that cigarette
was not really that.

If they with it was someone else
brought to their lips
instead of a cigarette
during their twenty minute break.

I often wonder
if they miss someone
and they inhale the smoke
the way they inhaled their lovers' scent.

1/31/14
1:04AM

Untitled

All I can think
is I hope the ocean rises
and swallows you whole.

You'll be gone
and I'd no longer care.

But I hope
the ocean spits you out
because I'm sure
I couldn't live
knowing that you were gone
forever.

I'd drown
in the water
from the sea.

I'm barely breathing
as it is.

2/12/14

time was not recorded

Untitled

I thought I was over you.

2/13/14
9:39PM

part of the February Poetry Challenge

Day 13

Your name
is always
on the tip of my tongue.

Always threatening
to spill out
with every other sentence
that I form.

It's gotten to the point
where I can taste your name.

And it tastes like poison
with a side
of something sweet.