i knew it
the moment i saw you
i couldn’t look away
scornful eyes peered down
i didn’t care.
the way you bounced
in the summer night
i caved in your eyes
i’m glad they never returned
i wouldn’t have let you go
Writing, Ideas, & Stories
i knew it
the moment i saw you
i couldn’t look away
scornful eyes peered down
i didn’t care.
the way you bounced
in the summer night
i caved in your eyes
i’m glad they never returned
i wouldn’t have let you go
i chose to take my time
to fill the holes
left by fiction
she was a needle beetle
crawling on all fours
ice in her veins
of what remains.
red puff explodes from her eyes
circled her like a vulture
claim to be of culture
nothing but guilty spies.
she used to say
the number twelve
smelled like pine
outside~
one chirstmas morning
12pm
i knew what she meant
~
it’s twelve days till your birthday
i remember that night;
tragic vandal
we’ll light
a pine scented candle
in your memory
set fire
to everything
that isn’t for you
i don’t remember
yesterday, the way i did
yesterday
it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
i talked my way out
of something
real
that i still remember
like it was yesterday
tragedy strikes in three
in the head
the belly
heart~
it
was
a
spacial
experience