Category Archives: Love

A love letter from a self sabotager

Last night it finally hit me
I’m never going to hear from your again.
I know it’s my fault
Because I pushed you away
And told you to stay there.
I know I’m the toxic one.
I know I finally went too far.
I know a person can only be expected
To try to help so much.

You are my favorite person
I have ever had the pleasure to know.
I don’t regret telling you
To stop caring about me
And my well-being
And my problems
And my fears.
I know I cut you out
To protect you from my weakness.
To protect you from my dreams.

I don’t regret giving you back your time
So you could stop wasting it on me.
Except last night
And in the silence my mind
Sometimes settles into.
When I see that I was right.
That you are happier
And healthier
With better people around you.
That I didn’t deserve to hope
And not that hope is truly dead.

It’s barely been a year
But I have only myself to blame
For eternity.

Written

Strands defined by deepest black
Flecks a vivid cold blue
Bowing red encircles sound
On a canvass of dynamic porcelain

Vibrations of the purest pitch
Empathizing without animadversion
Beating, unconquered chambers
In ending rest finds new life

Curvaceous length beckoning essence
Turned on dichotomies forcing depth of identity
Building relationship rungs to form a whole
Merging forward into a perpetual future

Piecemeal construction of components
Rescinding alternatives, acknowledging dominance
Not quite mirroring strong predecessors
Reigning fair at the core over all

Dressings

I’ve heard love is like a dress.
Try it on,
Decide it doesn’t flatter,
Discard it.

Except,
Love is absolutely nothing like a dress.
It can’t be custom ordered.
It doesn’t come in sizes,
It doesn’t come in styles,
In colors
In separates
In layers.
Well, maybe in layers.
But there is absolutely no way love comes in patterns.
There is just no way love is a gaudy floral.

Caption: A Couple Kiss in a Storm

The light is brief—
Nesting finches in the tree above see the kiss
That will disappear before their very eyes.
When the boom, when the boom, when the boom…
 
Nesting birds see the kiss,
A snapshot illuminated by the storm.
While the boom, the boom, the boom
Fades like Echo into the darkness.
 
Illuminated by the storm.
Caught in the mind with a flash of lightning.
Echoes in the darkness
Mimic the passionate palpitations of their hearts.
 
What is caught in the flash of lighting
Fades into the dark with a raindrop,
And the passionate palpitations of their hearts.
Ba-thump, ba-thump, ba-thump.
 
Fades into the dark with the pattering of rain,
Disappears before their very eyes,
In time with the ba-thump, ba-thump.
And light. Brief light.

The Inevitable Tango Between Memory and Imagination

Memory acts the male
Leads
Sets the pace
Remembers the steps
Keeps the dance in line.
But imagination
She is no simpering chit.
No, she is a pleasant partner.
She is the sex that is the tango
The sultry form
And the lithe movements.
Memory may lead
But imagination tells him how.