Drowning In Ink

I hate that I can see you drowning in ink far too muted to ever be called blue Am I meant to rescue you? Without will or way I have found you, angry and left wanting, dressed down on cotton pages, milling in mediocrity and pulling pleasantries from the clichés that speak your name and … Continue reading Drowning In Ink

God Damn If I Haven’t Learned

In this life I have lived and I have loved too hard and too fast to ever make it to the finish line in one solid piece. I have lost my heart to fate and fools and scorched my feet inside friendly fire. I have broken my back against walls and learned that love doesn’t … Continue reading God Damn If I Haven’t Learned

The Hard Part of the Night

You left me to hold the hard parts of our life and the night, and I still try to mute the sound of my own heart breaking, but it breaks again and again, over and over until the shards of it climb from my chest and pull my lungs from my throat, my lungs that … Continue reading The Hard Part of the Night

I Developed A Taste For It

I would have loved nothing more than to leave you gracefully, but those matches I had hidden in my back pocket were yearning to be struck as I had been stricken with guilt and buried underneath your lies somewhere in the bottom of your soul, next to the misfortune you carried and scrawled into the … Continue reading I Developed A Taste For It

Love on Demand

I don’t think you ever knew how much I loved you, or how I pressed these poems between my teeth or my heart, all depending on the day or the weather and whether or not you decided to take my calls or drown me out. I don’t think I ever knew how much I wanted … Continue reading Love on Demand

Fine On The Outside

I look fine on the outside, until fine meets perfect when it rolls in, and over the knapweeds taking over my drive at precisely 8:15 a.m., shouting good morning from behind foggy windows. I kiss the little one on her head and exchange fleeting glances full of cynicism and love with the oldest, before I … Continue reading Fine On The Outside

The Old Friend

I have missed you and our time together, and I want you to know that I am sorry our paths took us in different directions and never really left a moment for us to consider how that happened anyway. I wish life and old promises had a reset button, I’d push that button until my … Continue reading The Old Friend