I was a willing conquest turned cold war you a magician showing your hand too soon when the veil fell away so did we |
25 June 2014
endings
dead love(r)
you hurled yourself into the hereafter so violently ten years later I still tremble remembering such arrogance your damning finality |
drugs - II
that the world can and will offer you these things that may take you from me - therein lies the rub, the sting of loving you too much |
drugs - I
what a disquieting thing it is to deeply love someone and yet know you cannot keep them safe - not even from themselves. |
18 June 2014
02 June 2014
I miss the bruises
I miss the bruises of your kisses most that morning-after validation of us the signature of your face pressed into my flesh |
knifed - I
for someone who barely managed a kiss worth remembering you still stabbed the knife of memory into every breach |
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