Spring

The darkness below her lip,
before she opens her mouth,
entices me.
The flicker of her eyelashes,
the crease of her brows
string me up like wires on a board.

I want to find someone new that my heart can chase
as he tears your ghost apart
and i am drenched in your cosmos
the gases, the stars and the dust
all this heat and tears will do me no good
but I cherish it all
like a breakdown shower at midnight
where I find comfort most on the floor of the bathroom.

I find myself jealous of the mic that is able to touch your lips
more than I can
and i run my fingers over the metallic criss cross
of this and that between the lipstick stains
because they may not come back

and the leaves will fall to the grass leaving their mighty home behind
and becoming the earth beneath my feet
which my toes will fall on with abandon
reaching every grove of my body
never to be scrubbed out by a simple bath

it'll always remain a part of me.

Bonds

Hello

walls are made up of bricks and mortar 

with a layer of plaster and paint over

bricks are made of sand and clay

mortar- of sand and fine aggregate

walls are made up of concrete 

concrete is made up sand, 

course aggregate and water

it sometimes has steel re enforcement in it

but even though it is all made up of sand water and clay

why do the walls of my home feel softer than before.

the memory of the structures faint

the more i spend time with them 

there are certain walls that I feel like i can just push through

just another fragile organ

some are inviting 

like a feast for my fists 

begging to be broken like my bones 

oh to feel the cracks within

your walls will be torn down

by my own foolish doings

you will be shocked 

and free 

to see an idiot like me

i dare you to build them up better 

Waxing Moon

The bush
Cold and Mediterranean
With its paws so large
Sink
Sink
Sink
Into the ground
Vary of crows
And lovers
The duke sets in a seat
Like candle wax down the drapery
Of a house catching on fire
Icarus you bastard!
Couldn’t stop himself from reaching the sun
Is love so important to you?!
You fool!
Why would you go after it?
Did you ever worry about yourself?
Instead of the sun herself
Do you not know of her forbidden lover who glimpses
Be jealous!!
She is loved!!
By many other!
What is so special about you?
What do you offer you meek man?
Made of wax
The weakness of your ancestors is seen in your flesh
What do you offer to her that no other does?
How is your love different than that of the moon, or the stars?
Just because you can’t see them doesn’t mean they don’t exist
They watch from afar and admire her
She burns in their affection and lights up the days sky
You don’t matter
Never will you be the same ever again either,
You will heal and get better
But you will never be the man you were before her
You will always yearn for her
She will always haunt your mind
Even when you find peace and love in a home
Even when she’s not around
You will think of her
It is your curse and you will have to live with it
I am sorry Icarus
The only healing is that you won’t feel for her
You will just look at her and miss the youth
When things seemed easier before her
When it felt like sparks being around her
But you won’t ever find that again
That feeling will never come back
It can only exist in your memory
Which have been plagued by her
Your faith was tested and it bloomed beautifully
You can sit in a garden with orange slices in your hair
Sleep in her glowing warmth when the winds turn cold
But you will never be the same
and you will never get to love her again
And that is the curse you will have to live with