Game Show Winner

I don’t like being in love. I hate the mess it makes. There’s no safety net in monotony. It creates deceptive solid-colored vases in the windowsill; where the water is nearly evaporated, with nothing left to keep another stem satisfied. I don’t like being so me....

Balloon

Pull me out when my floating seems amusing; I will patiently graze the ceiling when you tire. Take me outside and wonder why I cower– wonder why I am easily afraid to burst, when I have never been introduced to flight. How the air traps me to the corner, even...

Assumptions

Ever so loud your tongue waved– it loose and uncaring towards the throat of my being and what I once loved about myself escaped from its cage of certainty. I don’t have say in some parts of myself– the cells of personality placed wildly, by...

Oblivious

That moment was the last time I looked for you; I stopped eying your mouth near. Hello, I’ll now say. (Maybe even just hey). You’ll just be the reason for this poem, the 100 blinks to my reader; no more even to your own eyes right now. Can’t you just...

Game Show Winner

I don’t like being in love. I hate the mess it makes. There’s no safety net in monotony. It creates deceptive solid-colored vases in the windowsill; where the water is nearly evaporated, with nothing left to keep another stem satisfied.  I don’t like being so...

Bows & Blades

When you left, I never blamed you I sided with you, even. Like an envelope to dry lips, your actions numb to my stomach because you winked at me as you left; pulled yourself from my life but never replaced yourself with anything dear. There’s something about...