Withering FortressI built a house for you many times in my mind with an herb garden; wind-chimes on the kitchen window.Withering Fortress
I'm done crying over every day that you didn't call, every letter that you didn't answer, over every thought of me that you didn't have. . .
I'm ripping up your floorboards. Tearing down your wind-chimes. I'm taking down your paintings reverently. . .
and setting fire to your art room.
I'm kissing the house goodbye because no house would be a home with you.
Desk JobTwo years ago I had only an inkling of what it was we could become.Desk Job
Now you are my greatest loss.
The inkling grew: Deep seeded and we began to talk more openly
I go quiet and I mourn, now.
We talked for a year or more and found our common ground in dreams and hypotheticals. All except for one.
I'll never have my job for you.
If you get a desk job now I will cry even harder because you will have leg room.
GraffittiSplashing paint over a wall hiding the mural under my heart searching for words that I don't need to scream.Graffitti
A surface, blank and waiting with metal playing in the background corset piercings make up the art of the skin.
An underpass across town: stamped memories on the walls, ingrained sense of home in the rocks and the fencing.
Crumpled pieces of paper accentuating my distress while I pick apart a poem in a place that I used to live.
Waves Crashing
Depressed
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I lie when i'm telling the truth.
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Don't think cause I understand, I care.
Don't think cause I'm talkin, we're friends.
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I can do anything I want..
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