No One’s Coming to Save You
How very studious of you
How very productive
Pour another glass, tuck yourself in
You have nowhere to go
no one to see
Not in this world
Why Him?
I feel compelled to write about my new tattoo, especially because a couple reactions were, “why him?” Follow me on a short but wonderful journey of self discovery and mild ink addiction.
Insomnia
I only see you in dreams.
Don’t dwell on it
Don’t think about what could have been
Roots
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree.
Jumped Over the Moon
You jumped over my heart to get to the moon,
during this leap you slipped.
I asked, how long?
you answered, soon,
to my heart so bruised and flipped.
In Plain Sight
I wanted to leave, but my body wouldn’t let me.
The strength to stand wasn’t there, and I feared to die in this house of hallways.
Stars
A gentle touch.
You traced the stars with my heart
and hold my soul
in the embrace of your galaxy.
Tears of Salvation
Hands instantly reach up, cradling a broken nose. No matter how tight my hold is, the blood still seeps through my fingers. It drips down my arm and grows cold against the warm summer air.
And this is the way it has to be.
With a heavy sigh, my hands leave my face to push myself up from the ground. I begin walking down the dirt road. Trees are silhouetted against the setting sun, and really, it’s a gorgeous town.
Except the crops.
The Moon Shell Curse
The moon cannot shine without the sun. This is how they are with each other, these two women. Although it’s hard to tell who’s the sun and who’s the moon sometimes. Perhaps it doesn’t matter, as long as they both rotate, they both keep swimming through the stars.
Symphony
You feel like summer,
when sun would rain from symphony,
and eternity.
