Twigs On A Tree

If I allowed you to break me one more time, Would you refuse in regretful sorrow, Or follow through and laugh as I cry? All of the days I let you borrow, The ways I felt in midnight haze Forever clung to a promised tomorrow. When twilight arrives, I watch the waves And recall your voice when you left me there— Alone in the lake we used to wade. Do you still remember the scent of my hair? Does the falling snow bring back all your lies, Your biting claims and frozen stare?`

i felt your scarlet rain bursts of color in my midnight life the explosions of your voice like fireworks in the sky a futile chase, your trail of lies lost in the cornfields of unethical hope

I’ll never forget nor regret the shame. The pawn I was made, the girl you had played. In the bed where I lay, I’m never the same; I know you’re to blame, but I so loved the game. Eternal flame, a tether, a chain— My lips, your name, in springtime rain. The soul you had slain, your callous raid; A light you let fade, a heart left unclaimed.

There she stands, in the spotlight, Blood drips from her dazzling grin. Her youth, stripped away so swiftly, To fulfill her cravings for him. There she stands, heaving breaths, Eyes searching his face for a sign— Everything, anything, nothing at all; Solely the shadows of his lies. There she stands: the performer, Desperately reaching for his grace A fated mirage—he promised her once That she was the one who held his gaze. When the lights have dimmed And the party fades, He will leave the marble floor empty. His adorations spared for another— One brighter, better, younger. He wouldn’t dare watch her leave. He never had cared to remember The performer’s faux legacy.

i. Your laugh is bright as shining gold, Your smile sparkles, teeth of pearls. Your eyes of aquamarine glow, A twinkle when you see me so. Your voice sends shivers down my spine, Your glance of flames, of like desire. Your lips near mine, entwined wires, A closeness I had longed to hold. You walk like a master of your craft, Your lingering echoes on our hands. Your welcome guidance on shoreland, A forbidden travel I hadn’t known. Your clueless goodbyes, Your greetings, so right, Your wrongness, alright… A betraying dream. A poisoned reverie. ii. I love you. I loved you. Did you know? You couldn’t have known. Did you, though? Emotions, potions— I brewed in hidden nights. Masterpieces painted In the essence of your breath. But now I see: it must have been you, The true artist all along. Oh, what if you knew? Oh god—you had to have known. Did you? iii. Your hands, paradoxically wrong on mine, And the scenes I know you saw in your mind. I looked like a goddamn child, Playing with daydreams...

Warmth at Last A fireplace crackling, Your laugh and my heart— Cheeks flushing like a dancing flame, And my lips, tinted with your name. Eyes bright like the sparkling sun— Warm, not burning me down. Slowly unraveling, Leaving me undone. A heat I’ve only ever felt in dreams, A glowing candle flickering; Golden flecks, not withered ash— My life blooms again in your light. Like Sun, Like Moon Your name is a prayer on my lips, And mine is a curse on yours. Your sweetness—a softness in your glance, And mine is harsh, fiery, dangerous. Your whispered murmurs of admiration, And mine—echoes of insatiable desire. Your voice drifts through my mind each night, And I dream about your eyes. Green Green eyes like Gatsby’s light— My longing, my hope, My American Dream. Seems unattainable, yet the only thing Real and worthwhile. Green eyes like Evelyn’s dress— Luxurious and timeless. A love only written in fiction, Imperfectly smitten with him. Green eyes like emerald stones— A richness especially ma...

Chasing the mirage of you, The image I believed I knew. Running and running, And further away. They all tried to make me stay, Yet there I was, So intent on leaving. Legs heavy, breaths heaving, For your promised paradise: An island where I call you my own, A planet where I’m the one you hold. I kept on reaching, Through tundras, deserts, and burning woods, A heaven that you continued to pull Away from my desperate, grasping hands. I sank the boat; boards broke free, Slipping, sinking, drowning, dying— All for the hope of your touch, of your love.