To See Another Sky.
Time doesn't heal
In spite of what they say
Cuts become sores and sores become permanent
Like a sharpie to your past
Naming the demon
But leaving him there
Grinning at you like a benevolent gargoyle
Marking you and claiming you
A signboard or advertisement
Of every hand that's left its mark
Impressions, a phantom touch or a memory pillow
An intangible weight and a limp in the gait to overcompensate
So I kill my liver and poison my lungs
Waiting on lady luck to drop in
While I pick a frayed sleeve where I once wore my heart
And simmer in a cocktail of self loathing
Clutching straws
And breaking my own back
But with a bloodied grin I take it all in
Lost in the numbing endless scroll of fake and fair weathered friends
Wishing I could have done better
As a gash the shape of your hand oozes blood from my chest
And I wonder how much I can give before I finally give out
Or why no one seems to notice
The bloodied footsteps tread on the floor
Were you just passing through
Or leaving breadcrumbs for your way back home
No one comes to see
No one seems to care
I suppose it's true
That no one has ever died
of a broken heart before.

Sleeping Pills.
Here I am breathing you in
Here I am pressed up against you
Imagining I am lost in you
Whirling helplessly in a hurricane
And all that your DNA spins us in two
Dicing and slicing till I become you
And it becomes hard to resist what the body needs to exist
This is the terrifying silence holding us between two lips that are seconds apart
My fingers in your hair and the smothering oily scent of every inch that is you
If I could bring these eyes to yours could your lips keep the tears from them?
And I would do well in the lazy spaces between your fingers
Where I would whisper my secrets into the inky dull of nights without your touch
And suffocate myself with moans that linger on salty skin from hours before
I remember fingers like a nimble dancer teasing out earthquakes and dotting my landscape with perfume
We escape like convicts on the run
Swimming through memories thick like molasses
Dark sweet and stinging I still taste like you do
And you still taste me on you
Counting every heartbeat and learning every song you are writing out to me
Can you still touch me through the thick folds of the cold night time air?
I am still here
And you are still there
Like the midnight you refuse to wash from your hands
The liquor on your breath
And the candy on your tongue.