I don’t know what i’m crying for.
what do I want changed?
what do I want new?
I want to remember who we were
when ends never met and
I hurt you with my anger.
I want to hold you now
and stop myself then.
you deserve what we have,
and i’m not sure I thought we’d
ever get here.
you loved me behind the counter
of a Walmart, of a Blockbuster;
you drove me and picked me up
an hour each way.
you are my reason and my rock
and I don’t give a shit about headshots
if you ain’t in em with me, cuz
you’re the reason people want em.
Category: Poems
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you’re the reason
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one, two,
time tells me it’s moving,
while i’m stuck here bleeding out.
trying to find that last second
then one more
and maybe another or…
a few thousand, i’m not sure,
but i’ll start counting now.
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she runs around me,
she runs around me,
arms swinging.
tooth-missing grins
telling me she’s living
where we are and
i’m just staring
past the mirror of my screen.I miss this little girl. I love her so much.
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in the foyer
we went from a peephole,
to a sidelight,
to prismed glass.“thank you,
God,”
we said, standing
in the foyer
of our home.
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we lay flat
we lay flat
so the words can find their way
through our skeletons,
telling us
how much we mattered when
we were full of flesh and
without sunken eyes,
without empty chests,
waiting for breathing to
build us up and keep us
confident, not
leaking oxygen
trying to
capture thoughts
we don’t even know the
origin of—no, we
lay flat
so the words can
find their way
through our
skeletons,
telling us
how much
we mattered when
we were
full of flesh,
when life felt
inevitable,
not something
we grew tired of chasing.
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made them words.
you’ve taken
all of my time
and
made it yours;
taken these
breaths
from me
and
made them words.
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floors and walls
cleaning up these floors and walls,
trying to build ourselves
a nice place to reside–
a place we’ll want to live in,
but enough room to play outside.
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minimalism
I take pride in being a
minimalist
with a
small wallet,
sanitizer,
keys,
earbuds,
and probably more
I always end up needing
when i’ve left them behind.