Incognito
Why can’t I see you anymore.
You weren’t in the bathroom this morning.
Didn’t see you when I got in the car for work.
When I arrived at work you didn’t follow me in like usual.
I missed your morning eye roll when I sat at my desk.
You’re not there when I pick up my phone on break.
My day continues but you’re no where to be found.
People smile and say hi to you all day.
Seems like you’re only hiding from me.
Vines
Tiptoeing through shards of broken fantasies
I know what lies ahead, not one graze will be in vain
lesions of journeys prior have yet to scar only further inspiring my trips to these parts. a place heralded as forbidden by the fire it ignites inside me but the rebel that I am is so eager to defy me.
a place I never want to go because I never want to leave. everything’s enchanted the ground, the trees, the breeze. every now and then I feel them calling out for me, but it’s the vines that get me every time,
aesthetic as can be
I arrive, appearing wholesome and naïve to the impercipient eye. but not everyone’s a fool
The moon knows my longing and the stars know my motives, so the night sky will tell the story of a dreamer devoted.
I become intertwined in the vines but this is why I came. Delirium draws me back and being present in their presence is an impractical task.
How quickly they infiltrate my mind
Breaking down the anatomy of every poem I ever wrote, revealing words I never spoke, forming a grip around my throat, a gentle choke that will provoke me to uncloak
Exposed but empowered
I haven’t left but I’m counting the hours until I’m back here again being devoured by the vines they get me every time,
aesthetic as can be
Time heals all, words heal nothing.
By the time I'm through
I'll probably be 52
I'll have used every metaphor
I could possibly use
I'll have used every rhyme scheme
That is available
Still I know that it won't be enough
By the time I'm through
You'll be onto someone new
I'll have written enough to
Publish a book or two
I'll have said so much
Everyone will know my truths
Still I know that it won't be enough
By the time I'm through
I'll have used every excuse
Described every emotion
And every thought I ever knew
I'll pretend that I don't enjoy
writing about you
Still I know that it won't be enough
A promise is a promise.
Remember when I said I love you
That no matter what I'd be there
I asked for your heart and promised that I would handle it with care
Never thought that you were perfect
And I never expected you to be
I just wanted you to return the same respect and love to me
You did something unimaginable
When you cheated and you lied
But the most painful thing of all was the lack of remorse in your eyes
So forget that I said I love you
that no matter what I'd be there
And I return you your heart without a scratch, bruise or tear.