A Song of Despair

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved him, and sometimes he loved me too.

On nights like this, I held him in my arms.
I kissed him so many times under the infinite sky.

He loved me, sometimes I loved him.
How could I not have loved his large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have him. To feel that I’ve lost him.

To hear the immense night, more immense without him.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep him.
The night is full of stars and he is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without him.

As if to bring him near, my eyes search for him.
My heart searches for him and he is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love him, true, but how much I loved him.
My voice searched the wind to touch his ear.

Someone else’s. He will be someone else’s. As he once
belonged to my kisses.
His voice, his light body. His infinite eyes.

I no longer love him, true, but perhaps I love him.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held him in my arms,
my soul is lost without him.

Although this may be the last pain he causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for him.

Artifacts

You drove
Up that mountain road
And you hypnotized me
With your eyes
And the way you sang to me

Do you even know
How you melt me instantly
With that soft smile
And all shades of love
Falling across your face

And when we reached the place
Where the trees break
And give way to the view
You led me out
To drink in the sunset

You may not have known
But as you pulled me close
My shoulders pressed against your chest
I closed my eyes
And promised never to forget

Every moment with you
Is captured in my heart
Held there forever
Treasures tucked away
Priceless artifacts

The Gluttonous Monster

Did you know that I’m always hungry?
They say I’m a glutton.

My favorite snacks are humans.
That’s a food for thought, huh?

I’m hungry for their minds.
I just can’t get enough of it.

Feed me your stories,
your words; your emotions.

Lay them on a silver platter
I just might put it on instagram.

I’m starving. Feed me.
Feed my longing curiosity.

I’m so hungry.

Did you know?
That out of all these humans, you,
you are my favorite delicacy

I savor your every smile
your every touch; your every laugh

This bottomless pit in my stomache
is filled with just one taste
of your kiss.

And I just want to save you,
take you home 
and keep you there.

Devour and consume 
every bit of you.

You are the only one
able to put me in a food coma.

Only you satisfy the cravings
of my sweet tooth.

So stay with me.
And I promise to turn you into a glutton

Just like me—
Always hungry.

Then you’ll understand the
cravings that I have.

You’ll understand that only 
you and I
can feed each other, 
what humans call: 
“love.”

Fireworks and Grenades

We were fireworks and grenades
In glorious explosions of terrifying danger
We climbed cliffs only to throw ourselves off
Just to feel the rush of the wind before the crash
We were toxic
We were murderous
But oh, the moments of elation

During the highs, I actually thought I could fly

Fly

She said even birds like me 
have room to spread their wings
in the sky.

Birds like me
that find comfort in the rain.

What an ugly bird I must be.

Darling, she said,
you are as beautiful as death; 

They notice you but
don’t acknowledge you are there.

But you will let them know.
You will let your voice be heard.

And they will have no choice
but to accept you.

Spread your wings—

Fly through the rain;
the sun will greet you.

Now,
fly.

You Chased Stars

You chased stars
And almost touched the heavens
While I watched you fall
Burning out like a flare
Crying for help
And yet my arms
Couldn’t reach that far
And so you plummeted
Into the ocean’s embrace
With no farewell
But the smiles you left
Frozen in these frames
And I’m left numb
And unable to ever gaze
Upon the stars again

Remnant

I found a remnant of him
Tucked away in a book
A precious token forgotten
Yellowed and brittle
I gently opened the note
Letting my eyes once again
Travel over the curves of his words
Scrawled with such fervent love
A breath and my heart still leapt
When my eyes at last fell upon
The words that melt and broke me

“Promise me, Love, you’ll stay”

Insomnia and her friend, Loneliness

The birds are singing to me again
at 4 in the morning.

It’s always at this hour that they begin to serenade me.
Oh but surely, it’s not of love.

It’s just to reassure me that I’ve had another scandalous affair with Insomnia. They’re always the first ones to remind me of how adulterous I am.

Can you blame me?

How can I pass up the offer when Insomnia’s
knocking at my door with a new pair of lingerie
colored so beautifully in misery —
with a bottle of regret in her hand.
Not to mention her fine friend,
Loneliness.

These two always make my night, I tell ya.

But these birds are like my conscience,
but then again,
who the hell listens to their conscience anyway?
Eventually they’ll go away.

‘til the sun comes out and laughs in my face:
“Another sleepless night? Stay up babe, the day’s
just getting started.”

Go to hell.

And of course lovely Insomnia with her beloved Loneliness leave before then, but not before they strip me of sleep.

As always, I’m drunk with regret.
Nothing new. I’ve gotten used to the bitter taste
it leaves at the end of my tongue.

But still I assure you: I am not an alcoholic.

That’s just the price to pay for the company of Insomnia
and her friend, Loneliness.

 I’m still young. I’ve got plenty of more nights
before I can’t afford to lose sleep on you, Insomnia.
So come again with your friend,
while I’m still young.

and let the birds sing me another song.

Touched

You have touched every important part of me 

with your words,

with your mouth,

with your soul,

or your hands. 

There is nothing more comforting

or terrifying than that.

Reminder

The sweet smell of you

Still lingers on all my pillows

And sheets and stains my thoughts

With memories of love

And happiness

And it's incredible how a sense 

Can remind one of a past feeling

Or event

Like the first time you told me you loved me

Or when you faded away from my world

Because you were finally happy

Just not with me

And it's incredible 

That something that once may have helped me drift to sleep

Now only reminds me to change my sheets.

Feel

The things that frighten me the most don't even have a physical form -

thoughts,
words,
love,
lust,
fear,
loneliness,
heartbreak -

They're the things you feel with every component of your body, but will never see in its entirety.
That is why I believe the scariest things are what we can feel, but never touch.