You can’t say
I never wrote you
love poems
I just had to lose you
to be inspired
Written November 18th 2020
You can’t say
I never wrote you
love poems
I just had to lose you
to be inspired
Written November 18th 2020
If you showed up at my door
I’d hate you
but I’d let you hold me
rip my scars open
and let you lick them clean
I’d kiss away your tears
and press my heart against yours
I drink up your lies
like I was dying of thirst
and I may
even believe them
for old times sake
Written November 18th 2020
Your mistakes whitewash the walls
mine are gunshot splatter
I ate your lies up
like a starving mutt
and it killed me
but you keep me embalmed with cold words
change is not change
without fucking change
I thought you’d be done by now
Written November 18th 2020
Choosing has always been
difficult for me
what if I pick someone else
and I miss him
what if I loathe
what I hold in my hands
Written November 16th 2020
There’s no such thing as a clean cut,
a straight road,
or a dumb mutt
I live with ghosts
I’m that unfinished business
men always come back to
an afterthought,
a last resort,
A hidden track you find by mistake
years later
a text message that’s six months late
but I
still respond with an exclamation mark
You could knock on my door
And stab me in the chest
And I’d still invite you in
And apologize for bleeding
Written October 2nd 2020