omission V

another day of 3 a.m. sadness
waiting for you with my
heart in my mouth
this silence is
choking me

omission IV

not even this late sunset

enveloping me in golden light

can melt these shards of ice

you stabbed me with

so many times last night

omission III

your careless words
falling so effortlessly
from those fingers

those careless hands
so deftly breaking
my heart apart

so blinded by you
I just didn't see
that knife

omission II

funny how you can break a heart
without ever laying a finger
on the one who loves

omission I

tonight's going to be another night
of lying on the ground at 3 am
but tonight I won't wonder
where you are

precipice

you are a precipice
and I like to live 
a little too dangerously

rushing headlong
when I see the fall
shattering ecstasy

such delicious violence
colour me sated
when blood is drawn

numbers

the numbers can't go wrong
you said, but I know 
how they lie

tunnel vision

today I am that girl on the train
red notebook, blue pen
scribbling your name

do you even know
I want to sink my teeth
into the side of your palm?

do you even know 
you hold my heart 
in those careless hands?

everything is too bright
with you colouring my days
shading them in a slow ache

let me put this book away
return this borrowed pen
erase this scar I can't name

trust

people are not to be trusted
you said
especially not in this city

oh baby
don't trust me
in any city

Kiss IX

who knew
from that easy smile
your mouth
held so much promise

thin line - II

every time you 
taste happiness
for a little too long

I hope it stabs you,
the memory 
of what you did to us

youniverse

born right in time for 
a violent uprising

shortly before 
the breakout of 
a three-decade-long war

in a country where 
no less than seven people 
die in road accidents 
every single day

and one natural disaster
claimed almost 
thirty-one thousand lives 
in the space of
half-a-morning 

how is it that 
death has not 
claimed you yet?

[my love-hate holds you 
bound tightly to
this earth]

escape

dodged a bullet yesterday -
                   it's not easy, hiding from you 
                   in a country suddenly
                   too small.

idiocy IV

what once 
seemed like love
in hindsight becomes
an astounding type of idiocy -
it takes two rare idiots
to do to each other
what we did

nightmares

vocal cords 
paralyzed, woke up 
soundlessly screaming

throat raw, 
burning; your ghost 
shredding my sleep still

you were only reading
in an empty house you used 
to visit, a house I once lived in

and yet I woke up
silently screaming, the 
sight of you unbearable still

bloom

as memories burn into ashes
all around
the world begins to bloom

no winning

even as I stare into the inky blackness of night-time sky 35,000 feet up in the air you are right there staring back at me

turbulence

flying somewhere again what does it matter where all these thousands of feet up in the midnight sky your ghost flies along with me without stopping to breathe outside there is a storm and inside it rages still