Speak

I count the times you said your words.
Once. Twice. Thrice. Again.
Your words, they flowed
Like rivers of milk and wine
When you spoke of them.
I heard every word you said,
Every single breath you tasted
As sounds escaped from your mouth
Through throat, over tongue, past teeth,
You said what I heard, and
I heard what you said.
Every. Single. Word. 
You always kept quiet, 
With so much to say. 
Except when your eyes poured out, 
And your words drifted along. 
I listened, and I hoped, and I wondered; 
When might you finally have 
Some words for me?

Build

Sowing seeds of disdain
I'm turning a lively green
It's a small price to pay
For us to never be seen
Again.

Daytime Television

Such are the days in the sun.
Don't come without sacrifices.

Apples and Oranges

The city flows through my veins. I feel so alive.

Literature

I let you read my pages
But you spoke a different tongue.
That must be why
you never understood me.
I guess I should thank you
For selling your vanity
In exchange for my ego.
Remember, lest you change your mind;
All transactions are final.

Shrink

I will never rid myself
Of the station where I wait
As your sliding eyes smear me
With the warmth of disdain
And your tears curve upwards
Where the corners of your mouth
Refused.

Still, my skin flakes
Tracing the shape
Of your steps
So recklessly delicate
In the Summer Snow.
Winter burned with envy
As I burned my clothes
For warmth.

Ex-Lover

It will be a sad day
When I forget
Your name,
But I hope
The realization
Doesn't hit me
Until long after I do,
And you are gone,
And us too.