december 26, 2009
hey lonely,
i hate the way you creep
up my shoulderblades
and peep around the corner.
kiss my cheek
and make me weak
enough to fall for your cues
to speak
to those who cause the pain
i made such an effort to drain.
may 5, 2009/august 11, 2009
my heart
tacked up on your wall.
you don’t know what to do with it,
so you sit and stare.
i wish you’d send it back.
in a package, in a letter, in anything really.
i’d take it in a trash bag.
i just wish you’d send it back.
i have so little of it left,
i’m not sure what to do.
i’m feeling weak and losing blood.
it’s hard to function
in every day life
with an empty cavity.
an empty vessel,
a missing organ.
a missing vital organ.
i just wish you’d send it back.
one way or another.
as long as you step back,
keep your distance.
because you’re the cancer
that i can feel in my bones.
life-threatening, making me bitter
and brittle.
