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Almost a Promise

She claims that she loves me,
like claiming
was really catching
and all I can really feel
is that she’s trying to convince herself
more than she’s
convincing me.

Like Smoke

I’ve always known who you were,
even from before you told me,
there was always that look we shared,
like life
could only be found
when our eyes met
and our lips
spoke between languages.
You’ve always been the air to me,
the only thing I could ever breathe,
but the wind always
took you away.

Even When It’s Bad It’s Good

I think I’m crazy when it comes to movies,

watching anything I can get my eyes on

and it’s become

the only marriage I’ve ever known,

for better, or worse

as if seeing things through to the credits

could prove my interest

when all that’s really needed is the look on my face

and the way I lean towards the screen.

Common Interests

I’m hunting down perfection,

she’s someone in a bathtub reading to me.

She has all my favourite books and

I’m allowed to stay as long as I want.

The only thing sexier than long legs

is a heavy bookshelf,

one full of promises

where none of the pages have been torn out

and almost all the covers are still intact.


If I could change myself, I would,

but these clothes are overly comfortable

and the pages I’m reading keep staying with me,

lingering long after the cover was closed

and the shelves became heavier.

Once known

I want you to know,

that I was the one who turned the leaves different colors for you,

because I wanted to give you a rainbow in the trees.

There was a time in my life

when I had given up everything for you

and it’s now a time that I still cant get away from.

I look at my watch

like it belonged to someone else

and in the blink of an eye,

these years have shattered

and these fingers have splattered blood drops

just trying to pick up the shards

long enough for me to remember.

You haunt me, even under the brightest lights,

in the rooms without shadows,

or noises from the mouth-breathers.

You haunt every thought I have

and I feel like I’ve died for you already

because my mind

has a death grip

on the memory of us together.

So I want you to know

that I was up all night

carving out the snowflakes for this winter,

making sure they were all small enough

so that billions of them could land without waking you up.


I know we don’t remember things the same way,

but in my mind,

it was my refusal to back down

that stabbed me in the back

and the noose around my neck gave only just enough slack

so that I could stand on my toes,

but I could never be the ballerina long enough

to keep myself from choking

on all the ticket stubs, pictures and first date gum wrappers

that I still keep in the drawer I never open.

I want you to know

that I know

that this depression in what pushed you away

and i made you do the one thing you were too afraid to say.

I made you leave me.

So I left you a trail of clouds

so that you could find me one day,

somewhere between the lightning and the thunder,

but i always kept myself somewhere beneath the rain,

somewhere behind the wind.


I want you to know

that I know

that you know

that…this can go on forever, but

when you thought I was sleeping

I had kept one eye open

watching you poke holes in the sky to give me the stars.

Maybe I just want you to know

that i still think of you

and our first night sober

when you looked me in the eye

and pulled out the blue ribbon of my secrets

and used it to tie our hands together,

maybe that`s what connected us,

this love.

The kind of love that was never meant to be chained,

but was never meant to be set free.

Certain things

Through their interactions
they can cast things like blame
into accusations
and then
remind us of ourselves.
It’s as if
we’re all the same,
the way we smile
when we laugh
until it all
dies down
and then there’s choices
and falling through the cracks,
keeping tokens,
thinking of smiles,
opening windows,
being outside,
touching a girlfriend
and last, but not least,
all those other things
that get us by
in those lonely
times of need.