Your love of unimportant things,
The way you hold cutlery at 2 am,
Ice cream and passionfruit eyes,
Your expensive underwear taste,
The wiggling that goes on daily,
Kisses after drinking apple juice,
Such love is only a
once in a million love
that I found with you.
sweet acidic grapefruit juice splashes
squeaky thongs on the kitchen floor
summer time lovin’ in the suburbs
Head bowed. Sitting. Waiting. The clock ticks loudly. Time can never be fled from even in death.
The smell of anti-bacterial solution numbs the senses and leaves a sense of sadness in one’s thoughts.
Sitting tensely. Waiting. Flatlining beeps and screams of urgency. Head moves skyward.
Anguish grips the chest. A knowing that this is the end. Numb feelings and recollections of little things about that face.
Waiting for answers. They never come. Time passes. Fatigue sets into her bones. A person arrives. Trepidation increases. Waiting for her world to shatter. Knowing sadness. Overthinking it all.
The person says, “Come with me…”
The silence between them. Phantoms wait for sadness to come so that they can feed and devour the stench of heartache.
One look. He is not there, yet a body on the bed stays still. Sheets of white. Cold flesh. Death has come to her love.
Her world softens as a kind hand touches skin. Even now she feels love. “You will get through this…” She knows she will, but what of her love?
Sometimes I think I want to break from you
Madness sweeps through
Yet you always make something cling to you
Love pushes right through
Sometimes I wonder why I come to love you
Dark days pushed through
you sit at that mahogany desk you love
diligently researching paranormal things
you look for an answer in what isn’t clear
sadness is cruel to your feverish heart
you miss me, I know this very very well
I miss you and hold on in this place still
you held me in the last moments of life
I remember all your words and actions
you feel my touch, but I do alarm you so
I whisper in your ear, “Be my lungs, love.”
you look pained and move so violently
I cannot catch you as you fall from me
you left those papers to be with me today
I’m sorry but it had to be this way, my love
you see me now, but there is much horror
I felt that way too, yet the horror will pass
you say, “It was always you here close.”
I say with conviction, “Yes. Always close.”
you look at me and I look you and we see
we see the love we have for each other
Sing your sunny lullaby,
tell me you want me
Love the lies I tell myself,
speak but don’t talk
Lie about committing to me,
hurt me and hate me
Tell me I’ll never be your right,
I’ll say you’re wrong
Haunt me when you speak to me,
about Love, Lies and Lullabies
The burning embers of our love blow through the wind to burn our skin.
From where we came only dragons know, yet it was a place of passionate fire.
We had it all until you tore a hole through my heart and I smashed our love to shards.
Now, we stand in the silent darkness waiting for the earthquake to crush what is left of our love and return it all to the dirt.
My chest aches and yours is broken;
still, I wish we hadn’t fucked it all into pieces.