at night i ask
when will i relearn to love myself
in the quiet hours
Light Pollution
“the light reveals all
sins,” she always said. but the
dark shows me the stars.
Passions
i can’t keep twisting
my ankles to dance or
breaking my heart to write
Public Transit
Laughing at a stranger’s jokes
is equal parts relief
and mania.
Dear Beloved
An open letter to
everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved.
everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved.
I.
I am still sorry.
I fear that you were just the
first in a long line
of men I will be
all too willing to bury
my loneliness in.
II.
Now that I’ve figured
that you wronged me, I am not
ready to forgive.
III.
I loved you more than
you knew, but you were still right:
it was not enough.
IV.
I have learned what the
infinite tastes like but
I still haven’t learned
that people can’t be
fixed because they
aren’t broken,
aren’t broken,
or that I deserve
better.
psychosomatic
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i’ve grown accustomed
to the pain. in your
absence
everything else
aches.
Going With The Tides
Going With The Tides
A Haiku Pair
Loneliness sometimes
lingers like cold in your bones
and damp in your soul,
even when the tides
that washed it up have long since
moved to other shores.
The Inaccuracies of Poetry
The Inaccuracies of Poetry
(a Haiku)
It wasn’t the whole
truth, but half-lies can be more
honest anyway.
On the Distribution of One’s Heart
On the Distribution of One’s Heart
(A Haiku Quintet)
I had given my
heart to someone who
didn’t
didn’t
know how to hold it.
Instead, they cradled
it like an adolescent
with a stranger’s
child:
child:
awkward and uneasy,
with a fear of falling
head first and snapping.
I gave my heart to
someone who didn’t
quite want
quite want
it and was surprised
when they gave it back.
They said to keep it
safe, but
safe, but
their fingers left
bruises.
bruises.
Drowning
Drowning
(A Haiku Pair)
(A Haiku Pair)
I am drowning. You
have oversaturated
me, but I need it.
You overwhelm me.
I gasp for air but choking
never felt so good.