Sometimes

I can’t imagine you’d love the part of me
that reacts too late and snaps at something that has passed.
How my mood can be a day of silence, aching to be alone.
Nine bottles later and an anger you can’t ignore.
You haven’t seen me cry
(because there hasn’t been reason)
but it’s the shake I can’t control.
Sometimes I’ll miss you so much I’ll motivate a fight.
I don’t think you’d respond, but I’d stand my ground with defense
and stubbornness.
You’ll call me pretty when I need to hear it most,
but I’ll tell myself otherwise.
I’ll be my worst enemy
and you’ll feel helpless.

Sharing

It still astounds me that
what keeps our bodies in tact
is simply our fragile skin
and yet we still choose
to let someone in.

I Want A Flawless Day

to laugh at the plans I made
for the soles of my shoes
to meet the places I’ve never been
and dance and rectify the quakes
of him
I want to express by pen
and discover songs
that sway me then
steal my heart
and accompany my night
I want to value time
as the sheets remain cold
while I live without a map
absorbing the dust that shapes me.

Lessrest

I just want to be tired
but it seems
that even though my body is exhausted
my mind is traveling speeds
to the times when it didn’t matter
(who, what, why, or when)
and I beg for it
to be that way again.

Life Continues To

to surprise me by the more faces I see
all in which aren’t you
But I’ll keep writing as if the pages could transform
the memories I can’t undo
While songs have less meaning
and mountaintops lose its serenity
All the noise in my hair
are making my sobs less clear
It may be a drawn out haze
but each rattle I let shake
keep me caged.