We crave it; The most is the best.
We’ll be seeking attention
Until we approach death.
We want to be loved
More than the rest,
Putting relationships to the test,
Seeking the best in
A never-ending quest.
Until it works out, we hold our breath,
And if not, we quickly move onto the next.
My imagination thinks it’s doing me a favor,
Assigning you cameos in my dreams,
Perhaps to make up for your
Absent role in my reality.
Colors spread out on the counter
Velvet, gloss, matte and powder
But will you recognize your face
Come the end of happy hour?
Curling your lashes til they fall off,
Say you like how it makes you look soft,
But the persona disappears
Once you wash it all off.
Red is your favorite, a lip that’s daring,
But you’re prettiest on the nights you stop caring
What people think ― all that matters is you.
So ignore the mirror, you’re the only one staring.
We play with love like fire,
just waiting to get burned.
Turn to ash our desires,
set to flames our concerns.
We like to spread like wildfire
and watch each other squirm,
burn our hearts down to the wire.
Maybe one day we’ll learn
That playing with matches
can only mean danger,
especially when with
the heart of a stranger.
Everyone tells me to stop writing about you,
but they don’t know how difficult that is to do
when my vision is blurred with your silhouette.
Even the sky is the same color blue
of the very eyes that split me in two,
and in the end, writing is the recovery I get.
I guess this is a tunnel I’ll have to get through
with fingers crossed, hoping for you
to rid me of this burden I wish to forget,
because this passion would be the worst thing to lose.
And this is what happens
when heartbreak’s your muse.
When it’s a little too still and a little too quiet
After last night, when my heart threw a riot
And I roll onto your side ‘cause you’re not there to stop me
Tried to sell your “I love yous” but I wouldn’t buy it
When the sun takes its time with its arrival,
The dark teaches my heart to fight for survival
I promised I’d never let it get this bad,
But what can I say? Love is a state of denial.
You’re not looking
but you want to.
Silence wavers like the words
swinging their feet
over the edges of our tongues,
waiting for the chance to jump
into the silence we’ve been
forced to fill.
You’re scared to get too close
and cut your fingers
on my jagged edges.
I’m scared to stray too far
and see you shrink
from the horizon.
For once, I’m struggling for syllables
as we pull up
to the red light.
You open your mouth to speak,
but the fluorescence tells you
exactly what I want to:
I don’t remember what age I was
When I finally stopped needing
A tattered blanket next to me
In my bed to feel safe,
But then again, I don’t recall
When I started to need
A person’s warmth
On the pillow next to me
To feel the same way, either.
I stopped seeing your face
in the ones of strangers,
and began to see it
in the ones of those I love instead;
That is when it dawned on me
that I am surrounded by love
with enough volume
to fill the tiny space
you left empty.
– I’ll be fine
My writing is simply
A chaos of musings,
That of a woman who
Men deem confusing.
Maybe because I don’t always
Say what’s on my mind,
But maybe that is due
To the lack I have of time
To release my precious
Thoughts into the stifling air,
In the vague hopes that someone
Will at least pretend to care.
Someday, somewhere, someone
Is bound to understand,
But until then,
Independent I stand.