Hold Still

"Hold still"
Pried open and painted over
black lacquer and white letters
in bold
too big font
only for the near sighted and
blind
they say love is
slightly raised on the surface
that's why you always
have the urge
to touch

Mor(fiend)

I have been beaten
torn into tiny pieces
thrown in the air
to celebrate his independence.

I have crushed him
with my fists
sprinkled bits
in my tea
and sipped slowly.

Waiting pool

Shallowly in love
with someone who is just
knee deep in infatuation

Son

Sitting by the light
Wondering if the sun gets jealous sometimes

Fin

The space between us feels solid.

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After he broke in
I asked him,
now how many me's
have you met
and left
when she was right
you were just like the rest
I heard none
when he said
one or two
he whispered his warnings
on my lips
but I didn't listen
I melted them in my tea
the shit has never been so sweet
gluttonous sipping
stirring the liquor with my finger
he tasted like crystallized ginger
we walked along our history
trying not fall into the folds
of our memories
and I never liked holding hands
but I smothered my pen
in his palm
gripped soft grain
searched his skin for scars
asked the lines when they were drawn
crossed them
kissed his calluses
buried deeper in those spaces
between fingers
because that's where I keep my secrets
and now I have
monotone minutes
wine soaked laughs
crumpled canvases
and a bolted door
he left open

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How many mes have you met
and left
when she was right
you were just
like the rest