::: Twit :::

you are so arrogant
to think that you know me at all
when I have been lying to you
since I loved you

little bits of unpleasantness
here and there
gathered up as I go
piled into me

still no truth
for you to find in me
you don't deserve anything
stupid, lucky man

I would hate you
if you were worth the energy
but even my ire
seems more than your worth

leave me be
and please take with you
your nebulous ego
and your pretense of caring

you shadow my life
as if you actually have a place
because you remember a dead girl
well, try again

stop stabbing your opinions into me
they are inane
painfully becoming
more useless to me than you

::: A Liquid Sigh :::

shimmering pale light
leaks through the surface
catching my attention
as if by surprise

I look up towards a sky
that reminds me
of nothing
so much as your eyes

I exhale
for what else can you do
underwater?

drifting down as darkness
encloses my mind

a deep breath
as my head breaks
the surface of the water

air hits me harder
than a thousand broken promises

the cold of it
chewing on the salt in my skin

::: Friendship :::

I've discovered I miss you when you're not around
how can that be?
I have grudges older than you
discussing murder and craft supplies
for my everything
would only slide between your teeth and choke you

trying to shove pieces together
though they are so obviously meant to belong to different things
forcing them to become a clashing quilt
or maybe a mirror
I will try to reflect
only what you want to see in me

the world is so full
of silence that leaves no place for us to speak
when I dream
a tenuous peace is held between your soft lips
the moon is made from my eyes and the room is your voice
in all your vastness there is nothing to kiss

you are the flood that drowned me

::: ...Bleed :::

you talk to me like endless
chains of gossamer spider's legs but I don't
understand you
past the shimmering haze
of my eyes
and the rats in the corner of the room

you speak to me in heart beats
because that's all you have
to give me
this pain isn't mine
is it yours?
well, I'm using it to make me

my insecurities needed
help judging themselves
so I asked you for my own name back
which you dirtied
I'm thinking
your thoughts just so I can

the dead are walking my
paths tonight
but old friends hurt the most
as they know which scars
to pick at, the same ones I have been
and that just makes it

ne?

I know, I missed a day and almost missed today as well. Shh.

April is National Poetry Month. To celebrate, I am posting one of my poems every day. You can play along too! Or, if you don't write, post a poem that you love. I would love to see my friendslist filled with poetry all through April.

Two I finished last night, for the hell of it.


( Friendship & A Liquid Sigh )