Category Archives: Poetry
Short and sweet.
You are something precious to me, like rare stones. Small enough to fit their hands, strong enough to break my bones.
What you own
I know you’re out there in the dark night, watching me, drinking up my blood and tears. I know you’re out there, in the cold black, dreaming me, sleeping silent all these years. I am the brilliance of the constellations … Continue reading
Disastrous
It is a disastrous thing to love someone so much that all you can do for them in the end is cease to exist, so that your adoration stops holding them down with its own crushing weight.
The Last Thing I Want
Every night before I go to bed, I see your face. I don’t know what it is I’m looking for, when I look for you, but I know that I’m not searching for forgiveness. For all that I’ve done, I’d … Continue reading
Dwindling
Everything inside of me is withering up you see; what of me I wanted to give to you I had wanted to be a font, a fountain, a rushing pulse of wet life, all bloody and brilliant. I have nothing … Continue reading