Another Poem About You

I want to talk to someone anyone that’s a lie. I want to talk to you and only you but I can’t I can’t I can’t you said goodbye you said it’s over. How in the world did you get over me so fast. Why is it the moon disappears so the sun can rise why do people kill weeds to save flowers why did you move on how did you move on why does every song remind me of the something we almost had why do I still why don’t you still I want to talk to you but … Continue reading Another Poem About You

Girl Crush

I’ve lurked on your page five times this week. Your eyes are gorgeous your hair is something spectacular your lips are extraordinary you are a creature so delicate in your crafting it would be an understatement to say God spent his time on you your body is divine a physique that I wish were mine I’m lurking on your page again call it a girl crush call it checking out the competition I have to remind myself that I lost the fight to a fair opponent I could have never competed against your quasi-perfection I’m lurking on your page again … Continue reading Girl Crush

Where do the Eraser Shavings Go?

where do the eraser shavings go? I mean after you erase your mistakes and wipe the pink and grey little shaving off your desk you never stand up and look at the ground and think “Hey look, it’s the t that I accidentally dotted like an I” “It’s the apostrophe that didn’t belong” “It’s the love letter I couldn’t send” No. You walk away and forget your mistakes forgotten on the floor and they drift away Holden asks where the ducks go during the winter But where do the eraser shavings go? Are our mistakes floating out there procreating with … Continue reading Where do the Eraser Shavings Go?

The Violinist

I always loved the way you’d hold your violin close tight as if it would run away and the notes you played so beautiful so sad no one would ever know that your instrument was damaged broken twisted your violin was unlovable but you found a way. You put your heart into every song. Then you left your violin maybe her notes were too sour maybe her broken parts demanded too much attention. You left your violin broken and longing for your touch… if you listen close you can hear her wailing sad notes in night not nearly as beautiful … Continue reading The Violinist

Talk to Me

I crack open my chest Iet my heart bleed out Every crimson drop Stained with my feelings I present you with A bowl of demons And you fidget And you squirm I can see your demons they’re banging around In your head But your chest is locked Silence Your heart is sealed I can’t help you If I don’t know what you feel But you shut me out You push me away Baby, I’m running out Of things to say I talk I talk I talk too much But that’s the way I show my love You listen You listen … Continue reading Talk to Me


when you broke my heart I thought you walked away with the air I breathe and left my lungs stiff and motionless. I thought you drained my blood and left my shattered heart unable to contract and release ever again. I was wrong, I will breathe on I will will my heart to beat on. I will live on. I will not let you kill me. Me Me I am in charge of me I can save me. When you broke my heart I thought you took my life with you when you left. But no. I can fight on Continue reading Will

for Him

and I’d want nothing more than to come running to you come crying to you but since I’ve done some goodbye-ing with you I can’t come crawling to you even though I can’t stop thinking of you my heart won’t stop aching for you my heart is still beating for you but I can’t go to you because I’m not your problem anymore. No. you closed that door. so I’ll start crying for you… start dying for you… goodbye-ing for you Continue reading for Him

Return to Normalcy

I used to be poet Then I got rid of my muse My frown turned up side Down No longer singing the blues But now my hands ache for A pen and my fingers itch Longing to type I knew this wouldn’t last I knew this happiness would pass And now my poetry Is tinged with the same Hopeless longing Lack of sense of belonging That I’m used to. Heartbreaks back baby You miss me? The darkness has found a leak And now the sadness can seep Back into my soul Fragmenting my being With its acid nature Until I … Continue reading Return to Normalcy


Is it so bad To want to be wanted? guys want my hands they want my chest they want the back but no worries never the front they want isolated pieces of me as if they’re shopping for body parts in a graveyard guys only like me when they want me and they only want me when they need me they only need me when they want isolated parts of my body to tailor to their specific needs. I am not a corpse a lifeless piece of flesh I am a body With a soul Knocking, clawing begging to be … Continue reading Parts