SerpentineJust like the craters
in the moon
you have carved
yourself
into my bones
of ivory keys
and untethered
recollections
I lose sleep
over your
songbird voice
and
ventriloquist hands
because you are
the only one
who can
untangle
me
My strings ache
from this
puppeteer show
of sunken hearts
and all I want
is to learn
how to
untangle
you
ShipwreckedI have her catacombs
running through my veins
a sepulcher of memories
and entombed pasts
strung together
like heartstrings
She is the siren
that seduces sailors
into forgetting
the north star
She is the lighthouse
that guides my vessel
through haunting waters,
and the promise
of a safe harbor
But as our bodies entangled
into the knot of Isis;
our minds enchained
to form
the only anchor
that is keeping the ship
in the eye of the storm,
and I am lost at sea.
Contortionistwords
are
words
until their vines of letters
wrap around your brain
the way steel cages
trap wild animals.
except this isn't a circus.
and my heart isn't the lion
that needs to be tamed or
taught how to walk on
tightropes.
it is the ring of flames
you jump through to get
cheers out of the audience.
but someday this tent
will come down
and your trapeze act
won't amaze me
anymore.
AnesthesiaThose silly
conversations
at four
in the morning
was the nicotine
that kept
me alive.
you blacken my lungs
with words of soot
and clog my arteries
with broken promises.
loving you is a
terminal illness
I have yet to cure,
and this chronic disease
you call emotion
is destroying every
inch
of me
but all the Novocaine
in the world
could not numb the pain
of you not feeling
the same
so I will sit here
and hope
I can break
this nasty habit
of wishing you were mine,
because I've refused treatment
and I'm running out of time.