Wednesday, November 18, 2020

You know who you are

 You can’t say 

I never wrote you 

love poems 

I just had to lose you 

to be inspired


Written November 18th 2020

Old times sake

 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

Me too

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

My bad

 

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