Empty Shelf

There was a glass

I placed it high

upon a shelf

I couldn’t reach

when the light

was just right

it shown with

fire alive and bright

A man came by

late one night

and saw my glass

deciding he must

have it for himself

I begged him not

to take it

down

please, just let it be

but he took it

from the shelf

and in his hands

he cradled it

gently

for a while

and when he was

done he let it

go

shattered it upon the floor

and walked away

without a backward

glance

and now my shelf is empty

the fire gone

the light useless

as it graces

emptiness.

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Drowning

The ghosts that whisper to me

as I sit in solitude

the center of our mattress

and I’m fucking drowning here

And I hear your words

Stay

Be Happy

Don’t wait

I’m drowning

and I’m loving it

this sorrow that breaks me

I am so broken

cleaved in half

and the knife was dull as fuck

and there are jagged torn bits of flesh

and they’re sitting in the center of our mattress

where we loved and laughed

where we dreamed

and I want to ignite them

watch them burn

turn to ash

return to nothingness

and you’re a shadow in the corner of the room

one that disappears as soon as I dare to look

and my soul is drowning in this agony

this dying pool of need and want

I have to leave

I cannot stay

not when you haunt me here

and your memory is so fucking clear

and we’re done before we began

I can’t sleep

and I can’t eat

and when I think the tears are gone

my eyes are drowning and burning

and I want to cut them out

and I’m in love with this dying wish

to drown in all this sorrow  you made

just as much as I’m in love with you

if I stay

like you said

I’ll never be happy

and I’ll wait forever

dead and gone

drowned inside this abandoned home

its night again

and the demons are coming

and I’m so afraid

you’re not here and I’m not safe

and when I open my mouth to scream

I’m choking on this wave

of absolute desolation

devastated

finally beaten.