You try to tell one story but others ask to be told, so here we are and I am the passenger and he is the driver, and I am gazing out of the window, feeling a little sad how three hundre...
Hand you my broken self I say don’t fix me, Just mix me With you. Hand you my heart and I say
Your silence cracks The shards of my sane. Your eyes look to me with Askance of affinity. We pass furtive notes
Words don’t fail me When I look at you My thesaurus is a mind Of affection Of insult
The embers of fury born from the dying fire of rage twist in the metal grate winking.
I am a poem When you give me rhyme Witty: Read between my lines. I am only funny
You cannot give me pain That was yours To fashion out of could-bes, Cutting yourself on scattered shar… You gather lovingly from the groun…
You have nothing to say Till you open your mouth. I hold my life in You call me out. Say I have lost me,
When you have done All your hours but one There is A sudden spell of melancholy Not like the soreness of a wound
From your ceaseless jabber A million mysteries tumble forth. I try to catch them A child grabbing skirts That swish above her head
He won’t come now When you call. He’s too busy Drinking in the moment As if born again.