Her eyes would show me
How to look at hers
Her shoulders would show these
Tired ones to brush with hers
Her arms would comfort
My body locked in close
Shadowing a seemingly
Empty vessel
Protecting me my
Tarnished soul
But there are always
Other hands
Other arms
To break her hold
Love a little love for pain
Shove your sugar skulls
To melt and cry
With little blue
Blood droplets
Staining the ground
Spotting the sky
Simultaneous brain fry
Cerebration sparks
Plugged
Nerves
Tied
Money tight zeitgeist
Killing causes we entail
Brimming to the brink
Voiceless, volatile
Silent molotov cocktail
Sparking in the sink
I kept stabbing myself with her words
Which were as sharp as knives
The punctures stole more than oxygen
To put it simply
They fucking hurt
They stole every beautiful moment with her
Every gorgeous time
And ground it to diamond dust and dirt
I’d like to pry
This obsession apart
If I can take a crowbar
I’d wedge this hope
That would never happen
From my heart
Can’t wait for the end and the beginning
When Summer hits it’s peak
When Autumn’s leaves fall
When the breath from chests cease
When hands lock in awe
With delicate firmness
And a squeeze of reassurance
In Summer, she won’t let me fall.
My mind is just a bucket of gray matter
Of whites and blacks mixed in a jar
Until time crackles and
Develops these
Valleys of scars
Having trees of
Good and bad
Shaken until these apples
Called marbles fall on glass floor
He left my world
And only one headline
Would describe his days
Only one newspaper
For his departure
And the world just turns without pause
