I have all this love I don’t know what to do with it I can’t call it by your name Therefore, it’s nameless  It has no shape, no smell, no future It will never go places  It doesn’t take breaks nor wants to leave me It’s stuck It’s stuck inside me somewhere between my ribs…

You said you didn’t want to be here  as in the room? as in love? As in with me? As in at all? It stayed with me that one hour The way I took my clothes off My white vest first It felt like smoke in the lungs of a person who never smoked Then…

The idea of a headache more like getting drunk  in a packed, heartbreakingly smelling bar a universal truth claiming When your soul cracks open, it reeks of cheap sex and chlorine  from all that cleaning I’ve been drowning myself in: high functioning depression  of eastern european women; beautiful vision toying with a random bartender  as…

Don’t wanna talk to a specialist. Got you some books because I don’t fuck people who never read  I said smart people are hot also  commitment  Had I burnt the bridge with myself on it? Leaving behind my right shin imprinted on your right shoulder kiss the traces of hope I’ve been stepping on stark…

I must find  comfort  in the slow mornings, or something as simple as toast  ‘cause what’s left. When my twisted skin hits you like bricks – You must protect your walls, or worse You must prove your worth to invisible kings ‘cause what’s left. When it’s empty in the room – once full of clothes,…

To see you crumble To write a poem about the first time I cried in your kitchen  To mirror your dry patches and blurry faces, fading To notice the lights on and sob on the sidewalk To buy something yellow  a bunch of flowers, a slowly-eating-your-way-to-my-heart birthday card—think sunshine Or call you a coward  Doesn’t look like…

Tell nothing Just sit with me in silence Do nothing Just let me feel your mess It caught me off guard with my hair undone In my bleached underwear Before I washed my face  In my dark play-act bathroom In my empty play-act home Look away remember me crumble say I am making myself cry…

missed by 2  minutes of stillness a connection train between two strangers I said I miss talking to you You said, “Any plans for the weekend?” I said I am afraid of you  You said, “I am not that scary.” And then; the metal box went rigid. It’s only a matter of time at home,…

My grief has a name green eyes always right never feels anything  except for all the feelings there are My grief hates being tickled  quick to judge your lack of confidence in the absence of a trial,  unless you pled guilty in an act of faith, or stream of consciousness; then it’s your loss! I…