I want to know the
flavor of your chapstick.
I suppose I could just
glance at the label
on that tiny little tube,
but the devil in me
has a much better idea.
Haze and Warmth
Those hazel eyes stare at me
with the haze and warmth of
a summer evening just as
the sun dips beneath the surface
and the fireflies blink at me
over the meadow’s grasses.
There is no better feeling
Literal Signs
I cannot drive anywhere without
seeing literal signs everywhere
reminding me of the thing
that I have done,
I don’t need them to remind me
how much these people hate me.
Believe me.
I’m way too busy these days
hating myself already.
Suffocating
People tell me to just breathe
but how am I supposed to get
the air into my lungs when I
am constantly suffocating
from the guilt that I feel
an drowning in the grief that
I should not be entitled to have?
Deadweight
Sometimes you have to prune
the rose bush to let the
new flowers have room to grow.
You may have to cut a branch
that once kept the bush
alive and thriving in order
to see what new things
it can bring to light
if you prune back the now
deadweight.
It can be painful
and difficult at first to dig
past all the thorns that cut.
It may feel like a prick
right through to your heart,
but in the end, you know
you’ll be glad you did it.
Because in order for
your rose bud to flourish,
you have to prune away
the deadweight,
even a childhood friend.
Only Been a Week
Has it really only been a week?
How can I miss you so much?
You were never even mine to miss.
The guilt eats me alive daily
for thinking about how right now
you’re out living your best life
and I selfishly wish that you
were here with me instead.
What is wrong with me?
I have no reason to feel this way.
I know I shouldn’t anymore…
but I can’t help but think of you.
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