Ended.

Thank you for the beautiful love while it lasted. Thank you for the memories I'll hold until Heaven's end has happened. For the lips will be the only thing I taste in eternity. Though only in dreams will the heart dare return to me.

And every single part of me had waited.

Haunting our own Houses

It was a heart bled into one cell of grief. In the bodily way. can't talk sense into your sleep, stomach, nerves as you don't get the choice here. through the mountains of molassas and quick sand. fall down or climb up. it's an unwanted risk. some stupid crossroads where once in your life things are black and white. if you could just wipe the fuzzy gray clouds from your eyes to see it. i would love you for having the same cloud over you. A blanket of common incommonality. Probably the path of most resistance is waiting for you and for some reason thanks for the opportunity- love.

Exhaustion

Stop.

Lost.

Is it deeper than that shallow puddle of small talk raining down from open mouths who have forgotten how to listen to the intent behind it all?

Triviality at best and I am going to scrape the salt left behind off my skin from too much sweat and tears, tearing my good from my nature.


Foreseen trepidation and discovered indifferences to the realness of the raw emotions between eye to eye conversations built upon shaky pillars.

Inquisitive eyes and a brow down-turned despite deliberate arms open, I cannot prove trust to the untrusting souls cut from stoic stone faces.

Explanations are unnecessarily stacking up like unpaid bills being spoken to a Van Gogh ear, chapped lips drink water from such shallow puddles.

You think so?

Catnip

Kitty cat scratching on the back door leaving rake marks on splintered wood - that's looking like your pale skin claw scarred from other alley cats. Crying from trashcans and howling sounds towards brick wall barriers that lead to warm buildings where there are always leftovers and warm hands that scratch down backs. Kitty cat stretching out on rooftops overhead to watch the pigeons flying in circles scavenging for scraps thrown like your discarded loves to the wayside without an apology.

I gave kitty cat a name.