Richmond

And when it rains I hope you remember
how much I loved it,
How you would laugh at my simplicity,
and give me all your charmed words.
You meant more than nothing,
but all I could give you wasn't enough
for me to mean something.

Sometimes feet just fall this way.

When the bus passes through your town
I feel your memory in my skin,
inviting me to experience what it's like to miss you.
I miss you, when it makes the least sense.
I look for your face in windows,
scarcely aware of the fact
that I wouldn't recognize you if were right under my nose.

Sometimes feet just fall this way.

Twenty-Two

You say I've changed
I say you haven't.
Honestly, I think the latter
is more tragic.

You feel a sense of bitterness
when none exists.
And you're taken aback
by my wavering attention.

What did you expect?
After you ran me into the ground?
And what did you want from me?
When I already offered all that I had?

You can't be that oblivious, can you?

Without

Slow breaths of cold water
Dripping down the back of my throat
Filling my stomach,
overflowing into my lungs.
Only one clear thought
reaching me in the panic.

Without You, this is what I am.

Translucent skin hot in the sun
No radiance this time and
No bronze sun tan,
Just pools of cells at my feet.
I search for your face,
as I hear your voice in my ears.

"Without Me, this is your eternity."

Gehenna

Dark hands curl

around the nape of a pale neck, 

while burning eyes assess 

the damage that's been done. 

A shot temper 

on a hot night 

hidden from the view

of any kind gaze. 

Little heart beats 

conform to a slower drum, 

while big feet carry 

an infant out of the city. 

A failed attempt

to make a  payment 

to the god of Gehenna. 

Sin and sin again. 

Sacrifice the innocent, 

and see how innocent you become.

When nothing goes unnoticed, 

and your own feet lead to you hell. 

Freckles

Your hands to the sky,

you reach for the moon, 

fall short in the stars

and then throw in the towel. 

You're only as good as your next lie, 

calling the shots and taking the names, 

you love this kind of control

when you can dictate all emotions. 

As your promises fall through, 

I count my blessings, 

because being bound to your word 

would cost me my life. 

I honestly don't care enough anymore 

to give up a damn thing for you. 

Black Eyed Susan's

I pick the dead blooms, 

off of my Grandmother's black-eyes susan's, 

thinking of those words you used to say

about death and what comes next. 

There's a little bit of yellow left, 

in each expired flower, 

to remind me of what it once was. 

You used to say we never amount to anything, 

and that this life is just a waiting room

holding us to time we can't escape. 

I ignore your dribble about meaninglessness. . . 

A green grass marred with flower corpses, 

reminds me of what your hope looks like. 

You cover the light, you erase every smile. 

The next dead flower on the ground will be you. 

Bike

Yes,
I saw you.
Yes,
I know you saw me.

Yes,
I ignored your existence.
No,
I don't feel bad for doing it.

You know where you can go.

Runner

Her mother ran away.
like an ignorant child,
she stole away in the night.
On the hunt for freedom,
fear and adrenaline egging her on.

She couldn't stop the crying,
she couldn't force a smile,
and sooner or later
she was the one crying the loudest.

Her mother couldn't love her,
with her broken mind and incapable hands,
all she could do was leave.

Her baby in the crib,
the phone off the hook,
milk in the microwave,
and the door wide open.

Her mother ran
and never looked back.