lost.

i never knew you
could drown 
on land,
but i can’t
seem to fill my lungs
with enough air.
i know i can’t run
from Myself, but
i think i’m willing
to try.

summer romance.

what defines

sun kissed skin?

the longer days

always leaves her

burned.

but a painful embrace

is better than

none at all. 

the smell of chlorine

embedded in her pores,

the taste of citrus

on her lips—

the very essence of

summer envelops her. 

hair tangled by

the cool night breeze, 

the stars in the pitch

black sky whisper 

sweet nothings—

and she thinks,

that must be 

romance. 

midnight in the countryside.

sitting on the back deck,

drinking coffee and

longing for a cigarette. 

the full moon swallows

the black sky,

and i wonder if you

see that too. 

maybe now you

see a different

moon—

or a moonless sky,

lit by the glare of

a million stars.

or, maybe,

a black void—

nothingness. 

i watch an owl swoon

and wonder what

that must be like.

fatal attraction.

the knowing—

this won’t work out.

we’re dead 

in the water but

disillusioned, i

keep begging

you to 

swim.

misconstrued.

words can’t escape

my clenched teeth. 

my body feels

a scream, 

convulsing 

through my 

being. i

remain 

quiet,

shaking—

anger writhing. 

“how dare you?”

i think,

heart pounding—

“this is my place.” 

but really,

i’ve got

nothing. 

like a moth to a flame.

i’m thoroughly

done with this

moth to a flame

simile.

sure, you draw me

in and seer my

skin—

i can hear my

heart burst open

as the fire takes

over everything.

but,

i don’t care

if you don’t. 

there’s something romantic about driving with the low fuel light on.

i’m often asked 

why 

the floor of 

my car is so

littered.

i’ll never admit

that i

practically live

in that old

dented ford—

constantly settling

in different

places.

i’m drifting 

through snow,

i blink, and

suddenly the

trees are lush 

and green

again. 

i’m running on 

empty, but

the key never

seems to leave

the ignition.