dear me:

i know you are broken right now.

hurting, unable to heal the

fragments of your heart that

was torn in two. superglue only

goes so far and you can't mend what

will never be whole again.

for missing pieces end up in

the lost and found where they

stay if no one is looking for them.

and while you may be clinging dearly

to your half, she will always hold

the other piece. but you'll never

find it because she isn't aware of

it throbbing in her pocket, signaling

home base like morse code. one, two,

three beats at a time. and you know

you are supposed to move on but i

understand that you don't know where

to go. a compass with no needle, held

in the palms of babes. and maybe one day

you'll find your way north but in

the meantime, it's okay to stand still.

don't let anyone shout otherwise.

love,

you.

dear lover:

it's been a thousand nights since you

were in my arms. i miss the way you

smell. and the way your buttermilk

skin feels so soft against mine, like

tulip petals between fingertips.

i miss the way your lips taste like

cherry chapstick, melted in the

sunlight. and oh, to breathe you

in again, your mouth centimeters

away from mine, gasping as if

the only oxygen in the world was

coming from my lips. and my ears

miss the way you moan softly when

i kiss your neck, delicately as if

not to lose the dandelion dust. my

body is craving yours and it is

cruel to keep yourself away from me.

but all things come to pass and i

suppose this is one of those things.

love, me

she breezed

through life

as if the wind

was at her back,

and I chased her

but the storm

kept me from her

and she never

looked back.

n.b.// roses in exile

her beauty was such

that even the stars

melted on her eyelashes

when she turned her face

to the sky.

n.b.// and so we burned

lying in the summer sun,

I watch as your hair

swallows the rays

and the amber light

is stolen by your eyes.

the last of the warmth

slips away and so

I climb into your arms

and we make

our own heat

long into the night.

n.b. // and so we burned

there is moonlight

in your eyes

and stardust

on your breath

and so I

breathe you in

and hold you tight,

wishing you were mine

but you belong

to the night.

n.b. // and so we burned

I look at her sometimes

and wonder if

she really loves me.

this tell-tale heart of mine

can’t speak

and so it beats

for her freely

but our two souls-

are they in fact united

or is this love

I’m adoring

unrequited?

n.b.// roses in exile

I would gladly

take a bullet for you

but you’re the one

with the gun.

and you pull

the trigger

with each word

you speak.

and with smoke in your hair

and fire in your hands

you kill me

over and over

again.

n.b.// roses in exile

For how long will I love you?

I'm not sure I could ever know.

I could spend an century,

Running my fingers over your lips

And breathing in your hair.

But my heart is everlasting,

And so I could spend an eternity

Lying beside your soul.

n.b.// a Love for the Stars

this glass heart

is double paned.

shatterproof,

invincible.

this glass heart

is strong.

invincible

and unyielding.

this glass heart

is cold

and alone

and it just might succumb

to isolation...

and in turn,

implode.

n.b.// lypophrenia

I can’t believe

the world has

the audacity

to keep spinning

through space

while I am

stuck,

standing in

one place.

n.b.// yesterday’s leftovers

the demon is my master.

a force of evil

by which I am enslaved.

bound by chains

forged with hatred

and self-loathing.

locked in this putrescent dungeon,

I realize

the fetid odor

that assaults my nostrils

emanates

from my tarnished soul.

oh what to do

to absolve my psyche?

to free my aching,

wanting soul?

forgiveness is on 

the tip of my tongue.

a compulsion against

this spirit foul.

oh but

to cast away 

this entity

whom I have lived with

for so long?

No.

I feel a weight

upon my shoulder once more.

It is my master,

my friend,

he beckons-

come home.

n.b.// lypophrenia

what is wrong with us?

we are all human.

why do we continue attempting

to rip the humanity

out of each other?

we strip each other

down to our bear souls and

instead of reveling in the beauty,

each and every time.

we panic and destroy.

if you are lucky enough

to find out someone's soul,

treat it carefully.

we are all only human after all.

n.b.// table scraps

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in the darkest hour

of the night,

the waxing moon

shines down upon

mankind’s infinitely

waning conscience

and weeps, steadily

for us.

n.b.// yesterday’s leftovers