Burned



And in a snap 

Trust is burned to death 
A smolder of rust
From fragile hands 
Reaching for straws  
To regrow the charred grass 
But the fire restarts 
With a flash
A burst of charcoaled truth 
When I view you 
Striking a fuse, splitting vows in two  
And here I remain 
Outside your window
Getting slammed by pain 
Chunks of heart break off
Slipping down the gutters drain 
Why I seem
To never learn this lesson
Bulldozed by lies careful construction
Trust is impossible to grasp
When you’ve tied my feet
And sawed off my hands 
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Sadness on display 

Sadness on display

Oh my heart, how it breaks 
Swinging like a ball and chain
I suppose this is how you like it 
To see my sadness on display
I will not escape the fire beneath my feet
I choose to take the beating and absorb the pain 
And my eyes hurt from attempts to see something other than deception 
Slumped in the corner, 
the diorama of dissection 
My soul bobs in a sea of weeping 
God himself can’t dull the wailing 
And you ran away 
And you ran so fast
While I screamed at your door 
Until the morning reached four 
I woke as a centerpiece to your game of wicked hope
With mocking fingers pointing
“You should have known”
So my dear, you’ve won 
And here I am, shredded once again
I suppose you’ve been waiting 
For the grand showcase
Another trophy behind glass 
My sadness on display 

Avalanche



I cannot talk 

There is an avalanche in my throat
It is a raging storm 
Pleading an exit of eruption
I cannot run
I am chain linked to this entity
I may not pour out every sickness
That runs through my veins
And colors my eyes
But God views
The lacerated and the bruised
While you turn the lights out
And tac yourself to a frame in the wall
I am chucked into the light
With the radiation ssssting
Of a pulse so terrified she’s stuttering 
The avalanche is booming 
God will not make his move
The demons crawl and lurk 
Why on earth
Would you choose to sprint with them 
With a back turned
As I burn under the damned 

Dark Corners 



Dark Corners 

I found you in a dark corner
Alone and scarred
Thirsting
Believing yourself undeserving 
I came from a dark place too
So tired and bruised 
Strong was the desire to be the water for you
Have what you need
I love you 
I want you in my forever
You said it was possible 
Then she returned 
And our grown flesh was 
Once again dried bones 
Why would you tell me
You have to sit and be with her 
Then asking me to wait 
Lick the scrap from your dinner plates? 
No
No thanks 
I couldn’t help but love you
You couldn’t help but pull away
These recycled patterns
Will keep us in dark corners
Day after day