Sunday, June 17, 2018

Fuel and Too Much Ash

You spoke French because you believed in romance and you wrote love letters to strangers so that no one in your shoes ever felt as low as you. And every morning I greeted you, I was really wishing you well, loving you, and reaching out as gently as I knew how.

These should not be signs of dying, but now we understand that's all they ever were. 

Friday, June 15, 2018

Not Just Terraria

It's a Unicorn on a stick, I told you they exist.
Your arguments are now invalid.

You have no idea how much I miss you.
I hope today is wonderful beyond compare. 

Thursday, June 14, 2018

Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Virtual Reality Confession Session

Whenever people ask me about high school
I refer to you as my therapist
because together we talked poetically 
and endlessly for two full years. 

Neither of us held back our secrets,
but we refused to let the world
listen in on our conversations -

(even the walls were enemies)

afraid they'd call our bluff
or poison our names as the waltzed
across the tongues we'd never actually taste

because dreams of a future together
were sweeter than any moment side by side
could ever possibly be and we knew it;
so we shared life and love, but never


When people ask how therapy went
I tell them you saved my life
and killed me all in one swift motion. 
But I am better off because of you. 


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Old friends and beautiful strangers

It's been a while since I've sent something heartfelt your way, so I figured today was as good as any to hope you and all your endeavors are going well. Also I wanted to remind you that if they aren't, I'm still an extra ear to listen.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

Pennies and 1, 2, 3

All those wishes and dreams resting on the bottom of a fountain, it's really quite beautiful, don't you think?

Oh and I saw you toss your 50 cent piece in, I saw the smile on your face as it hit the water and rippled out. I think tomorrow is going to be a little brighter and whatever was on your mind is on its way.

Just hang in there babe.

Sunday, June 3, 2018

Searching for Brooksfield Again

You and I burned out too quickly to have thought much of it, but you creep into more of my days than anyone else. 

Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Clearing the Coast

I will not wish you well, I'll forget your birthday, I'll turn your name into anything I please - like target practice or maybe even a poem on a freeway overpass. I swear to God you're going to lose every bit of me if you don't start giving a damn about my wellbeing.

I will not tolerate any more dead weight or poison creeping into my veins.

Monday, May 28, 2018

Waiting on Some Sun

Baby, if you can watch as the lights dance sing of winter than the coming summer stars have many kinds of love in store for you.