yesterday i read the notes on a life
that had just barely counted as one lived
the girl was far too tainted to be a wife
but she was a girl with much love to give
she talked like a true contrarian
eternally antithetical girl
then her opinions flew with the herons
to a much kinder and comforting world
with time her smile faded into the gray
and she went aimlessly through the motions
she joined other wretched souls yesterday
her eulogy murmured by the ocean
i suppose she always hung by a thread
i would’ve hung onto each word she said
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
i can feel it in the way your lips meet mine. your love for me is waning.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
all that changed this year was my temper. i am now always terribly angry.
with my luck, i’m sure you’ve gotten everything you wanted. i’m sure the seas part at your will and the birds chirp when you order it. with my luck you’re happy.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
i believe i was a brilliant poet lifetimes ago. but now the words fall from my lips all wrong.
my brothers are the only people on the planet i would dare to call mine.