Category: Poetry

Insomnia

I only see you in dreams.
Don’t dwell on it
Don’t think about what could have been

In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree.

A gentle caress from familiar fingertips
a longing to be wrapped up,
completely surrendering
to a past intoxication.

These bones are iron
to sink
and shake.
She did this to herself.

Oblivion would be greeted with open arms,
and you will be turned away at the door.

Words bring forward stars,
to forge a world from the ink,
breathe,
your heart will write.

I can no longer tell if this shadow
hidden
somewhere deep
was created or always was.

Is it possible to split this heart in two and give away the pieces?

They are sharp, jagged.
Not equal,
not perfect halves.

Relax
here’s a small pond

The water feels like needles pricking every inch of me
but never strong enough to rip me open

I never kept track of our kisses.
I can’t remember which one
was the last.

The pain is not a secret.
Although I throw scarred leather
over these bones,
the angles of my heart still rip through paper