he thought it was all a big joke
when all along she saw it clearly in her head
two strangers, never having met
form a bond that’s unexplained
what will happen when they meet
he saves lives for a living
but will he save hers?
she writes her feelings on a page
will she offer them to him?
-the Plebian and the Thespian
i’m scared to say it
but if i can’t say it here
then where?
did i ever love you?
did you love me?
i swear by each star in the sky
every night as the moon finds
her place in the sky
that i will never stop loving you
but how do i know how to identify love
i am as unfamiliar with love as i am
with quantum physics
so how could i know
if what i swear each evening
is true?
if you were to tell me
you love me as i claim to love you
would i be able to stomach it?
i haven’t heard the words escape your lips
in all the times we spent
inches apart
there was never a whisper
an accidental breath that said
the word love
until i hear the words
i will never know
i’ll just have to trust the feeling
just as i trust the moon
to rise in the inky sky
it’s nice
to be yourself
to dance like
no one is watching
to dress like
no one can see
i should be me more often
when you’re lying on the bathroom floor
and you feel like giving up
don’t forget that there is at least one person
who will extend their hand
to help you stand back up
but they can’t reach out
if they don’t know where you are
it’s ok to let them see your heart
translucent through your skin
they will put their hand on your chest
and remind you that you are strong
tell them where you are
give them the opportunity to reach out their hand
they will come
they will help you up
-dedicated to the one and only train to my gilly
i’m having one of those days where i just want to hide myself
sitting in this coffee shop with a bare face
no sunglasses or hat to hide my eyes
i feel like a sitting duck
like someone is just waiting to sit down next to me
and ask me if i’m doing ok
and i won’t have the strength to give the perfunctory response
i’m fine thanks
i’ll choke on it as it rises in my throat
and instead of words a sound will escape
guttural and raw
the bearings of my soul that have longed to escape
all because i could not hide my face
the hope is draining fast.
i’m not sure how to hold onto it.
all i know is that poetry is keeping me afloat.
i pray that it doesn’t leave me in my melancholia.
alright
i will give it my all
i will try not to miss you
i’d love for you to stop me
there’s so much i want to say
but nothing i’m brave enough
to mutter out loud
in my head i beg you
to hear me
when will you realize
that this isn’t me
i don’t act this way
writing poems and
remembering you at
inconvenient times
you’ve flooded me
every cell knows
that i’m in love
such an unfamiliar concept
i don’t know how to express
what i’m feeling
when i don’t think i
understand it myself
how did i contort myself
into this creature
how did i convince myself
i needed you
how did i allow myself
to fall so freely
without seeing what
lies at the bottom
of this cavernous chamber
in my heart
hypocrite
celebrating the end
when you’re moving
back to the beginning
the yin and yang of our breath
your exhale allows for my inhale
bodies melded together
rising and falling as one
whose limbs are whose
your slightest touch
the involuntary twitch of a finger
sends electricity
slicing through me
standing my hair on end
causing my breath to hitch
our skin radiates heat
and traps us in a cocoon
of our own making
can we stay here forever
i ask before sleep overcomes us
no you whisper
because when it ends
i can look forward
to the next beginning
putting down the rope 