Tag Archives: poems
Year after year you fed me dirt and called it chocolate I ate it greedily hoping maybe this time it was chocolate. It never was. And even though you’re gone for good, my stomach still aches every single day… ~ … Continue reading
This is me writing a happy poem because you told me to stop being inspired by Sexton and Bukowski so… Here we go. Ready? I am so happy to tell you fuck off I’ll write happy when I want to, … Continue reading
Spiderlike, I spin silver to catch feelings that taste like my image in mirrors.
This evening, those stars hanging in your eyes collapsed into black holes of irresistible gravity.
Some call themselves mermaids, hopeful that they won’t drown in the blue sadness of humanity.
My heart was a seashell you threw against the the wall so each shard became a heroin needle you used to inject my veins with sweet venom launching me high as comets especially your candied lie that you knew me better than … Continue reading
The need to write poetry is a tickle down my throat I must cough up even if I don’t want to.
I loved him the way a woman loves a man she never touches but writes emails to and has tiny pictures of him stuffed in her wallet and I would have loved him even more if I sat outside his … Continue reading
My bottled up feelings for you ran out of ink.
Don’t feed me poison and tell me I am toxic.