Category: Poetry

I want

to go to

Forever

with you.

as
gravid
water
to
stubborn
stone,

in time,

i
too
will
dent

you.

we could do this
forever,
for hours.

if they ask,
you’ll say,
“we got lost in each other”

—

misplaced a systole
grappling with maps,

left behind
the inclination of breath
charting the path.

—

end to begin
begin to end

unresolute.

these things we clutch
as the crutch.

we’d be braver to let go.

One more year has passed
With him insubstantial,
Buried under now seventeen anniversaries of resignation,
And the mantra Allah Has A Plan
And there’s a damn good reason why
I was given six nothing years
To know of the man

Who I see everyday
In my eyes
My nose of too much character
My dented chin.

One more year has passed,
With him substantial,
Buried under now seventeen anniversaries of definition,
And the slow steady work of
Walking through smoke of when
I was given six nebulous years
To know of the man

More with death than with life
And the spaces between
Who left me with Ludlums,
And a Bob Marley tie.

We search for home
in the eyes of strangers

transient completion
in the arms

of those who fade
too soon.

We need no titles here
Our scars define us
Unoriginal though they may be.

Do you really want to see

me bare my soul and
its cigarette burns
how they mirror the lesions from the
acid she threw in your eyes?

We hurt as we love,
don’t we?

testing depth,
punching holes
where we think we need the light.

breaking as we build,

and wondering why

they always leave.

the monsters
they cower from

wearing our names.

i won’t search for
the sleep you lost,
or the words
spent in my way,

one day you’re gonna tell a friend

chorus:

one day you’re gonna say,

there she goes,
there she goes,
the one that got away.

i wont count the
calls you never made,
or the songs i liked
you never played,

one day you’re gonna tell it straight,

chorus:

one day you’re gonna say,

there she goes,
there she goes,
the one that got away

the one that got away (repeat to fade)