Do you remember
You used to write me poems
Now you write me off
love
A New Complex
UncategorizedI smell like his t-shirt
I’d give him a good life
We hold it together
with boxes of cheap wine
I drink it like water
He feels like a riptide
He’s shut in the bedroom
It’s never been so quiet
I cry in his bathroom
He knows I’m not alright
But he’s only human
I thought he was sunshine
He looks like a hero
He feels like a landslide
He stopped writing me poems
I hope we’ll be alright
I’m facing his back while
He’s sleeping at midnight
I don’t fit in his spaces
I guess they got too tight
GRIEF
Haikusometimes agony
is the measure of the love
that we have unlocked
Storming
UncategorizedVibrant green and dull grey
Brings me back to when
I felt more alive
Sometimes I “wake up”
And remember how it felt to really imagine
And really play
I miss who I was back then
But you don’t see time slipping away
It just goes, and one day you’re sitting
On a leather couch
In the office, and
Suddenly remembering that it’s all past..
One day you “wake up”,
And all it took was watching out the window
The vibrant green and dull grey, and
The smell of rain.
The Wrong Poem 