cult (the end)

June 12, 2017

3.
you counted
the wandering lost souls in the
dark while
i fed upon your tears like it was the only thing that
mattered.
to think that i
would have lived an eternity with your
breath upon my shoulders,

when
the lights still shined on in
nights without
you.

remind yourself that you matter,
love.

a dedication to the wandering

June 9, 2017

you don’t realize
it, but you taught
me
that
heartbeats
can’t
express emotions,
love.
my heart may
have stopped for
you
long ago,
but don’t
mistake
my silence
for an eternal death to diamonds.
because of you, I’ve
come
to realize how
much prettier
crystals can be than
anything you
ever
did;

for nothing sacred is ever eternal.

death of a child

June 8, 2017

you told me
you would have married perfection if you could.
i saw
you would have cared for perfection if you could.
instead, you could only love
the acceptable
amidst the mess you created.
oh, but the beauty died
within her each
passing day
under the shadows of
your being–
deprived of the sun, of everything you didn’t have.
and yet you wonder
the obvious
why was
your mass of
imperfection
dead?

i swallowed
the syrup you fed into my system.
you told me you were always right.

my labyrinth

June 6, 2017

some fear the
prospects
of wandering
in the foreign
mess, tangle, chaos–
the lack of soundness
ringing too
loud-
ly–
, but the labyrinth of your mind
is everything
i wanted to be
trapped in.
can one ever be confined in something more beautiful than the very existence of being and consciousness from which you stem?
maybe the
growing
mass of
fallen
petals
will one day
tell.