OXYMORON

I give him the time of day and
He makes all days look like night, Dark
A shade away from midnight
A mark away from bruised,
He is the dimmest brightest light
The coldest warmest air
That I both inhale and exhale
I hate and I love him
And it hurts all the same

LOST

We move lightly,

Slightly edging towards the edge,

One pill apiece etched to the tip of our tongues

Swallow on the count of ten,

Follow that look in your eyes as

They roll to the back of your head

And I see you as though you are see-through,

There's acid dissolving down your throat

Nonchalance in your heart

And a fire in your belly

Swelling like a bruise

Consuming you, consuming me

Mostly me,

We move lightly

Silently we explode

BEGINNERS

Cut a long story short. The end.

PUSH

When it breaks it sounds like dust
falling
Silver notes settling,
It's more beautiful shattered
than whole,
And bruises are just scattered patterns
that fade
And grow old
She can't be told.

ELEVEN

I feel so cheated out of knowing you
Knowing me
And knowing nothing first hand
Just second hand passed down,
Over time what's mine becomes blurred
And I don't know what's real to me
Or a cut out figurine
Of imagination

EASY TARGET

I hope I put a spanner in your works,
I hope I ruin your life
With little effort,
Maybe a half smile
That weakens your knees,
Changes the way you breathe
Heart palpitations when I walk through your mind,
And you find in moments of clarity or in dreams
I am all you see
An amalgamation of everything you need.

BLEEDING LINES

If the pen is not my friend,
This is the end.