Hope

The hope that’s left in me
Is like a baby bird
Fallen from the nest
When your hands cradle it
You feel that what you hold is
Shaking and unsure and
So
Fucking
Fragile

Fingertips

You talked about our fingertips
Reaching for each other
Our outstretched arms
Over the vast distance
We create around ourselves

Over time I will inch closer
Curl my fingers into yours
Take your hand with both of mine
Pull it into my chest
Wrap my arms around it

So you can feel my heartbeat

And
I hope the rest of you will follow
That my heart's percussion song
Makes me the pied piper
Which leads your body close to mine
Because

I want to feel yours too

Greatest Hits

It’s okay
I don’t mind
I understand
I get it
It’s fine
I’ll be alright
It makes sense

(the bricks that built my walls)

You’re still planted in me

I’ll never understand
How you could let your roots
Tangle so deeply in mine
Take hold in the darkest places
Clinging to the cold soil

But you never wanted
To climb above them
See a colorful bloom
Open petals in the warmth
And feel the sunlight for yourself

Don't Call Me Babe

I don't want to be
another ghost
scribbled on your list

I will not be added to
the body count
in your graveyard

I need a name which
sticks to memories
that I bury in your heart

I'll own the taste
that fills your mouth
when you have to say it

But You Won’t

I would let you in again 

If I believed you’d try 

If you asked me to 

If I could tell myself 

If I could make myself believe 

That I ever really
Mattered 
To you. 

Rationed Affection

She was never mine to begin with
But that doesn’t make the sting any less

I asked for her attention 
She measured it and portioned it

I had to ask every time

It was relegated to after midnight 
In secret away from all eyes

I wanted to ask for her love

But she pushed my heart away

Closed in on herself or so she says