I walk on my toes across the
living room
on moldy carpet that resides over hard wood.

The window peers in at me and
sees rosy eyes
and dirty clothes.

I should have washed my brain weeks ago.

If I had,
then I wouldn't have to walk into an office
stand on the desk
and SHOUT...

"I have deleted the most beautiful piece of writing in existance.

I wrote it ( Read more... )

I had almost forgotten -

Once your smell washed out of my pillows,

all of the books were returned,

and the taste of tangerines and trust

was replaced, soon enough,

with warm whiskey and isolation.

But, now,

as the highs turn to lows,

and the chemicals begin to brew,

I can clearly recall my mistake

(s)

And,
3 is a crowd.
But,
the agony of 1
is unknown to you...

Slipping back
into old patterns
has never felt so
right.

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sleep doesnt come easy
to those with
eyes like a neon sign

You are...

floating away
like that rose petal
dropped from the vice grip

of a
    sullen
           little
                 girl.

she stays breathing
   smiles with dignity
      and nods at false gestures made
                                 to tell how sorry they are

I bet they're sorry...

she says

her words filled with apathy ( Read more... )

Of the seconds spent
dreaming of your shape
I have to say
that the most beautiful one
was when your eyes
finally glanced past mine
and then paused
only to return
and find harmony
in my gaze.

I always loved that part...

It reminds me
of that morning in the bathroom
looking into the mirror
you decided
that you could find safety
beneath the shadows
of my long lashes
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