#we broke up
Have you ever loved in scales?
Perfect balance?
Perfect symmetry?
Each step mirrored -
where one goes, the other
follows?
The smallest shift in weight can
jar the balance -
a breath,
a kiss,
a tear,
a moment.
A clang as joints disband.
A crash to the floor as you
spin out of orbit.
It will never be the same.
You will never be the same.
But -
But,
once,
you were lucky enough to
love
in scales.
Once,
you were whole and
perfect.
And he saved you from
disaster and ruin,
your beautiful fire-starting boy.
The flames he lets lick your
salt-soaked remains
don’t change that.
Many times,
he saved you.
Many times.
(It only takes once for
destruction
to lay waste.)
(It only takes
forever for a
heart to break.)
And what of falling stars,
and crashing waves?
What of split tectonic plates?
What of
you,
me,
us,
and the yawning chasm
between?
(Do you still say my name like
the only
prayer
you’ve ever
known?)
And what of falling stars,
and crashing waves?
What of split tectonic plates?
What of
you,
me,
us,
and the yawning chasm
between?
(Do you still say my name like
the only
prayer
you’ve ever
known?)
And I wonder when I’ll stop
seeing your face
in every
tragedy and
betrayal.
I opened my arms to comfort you
and
you went for my throat with a snarl.
Monsters need love, too
(but only on their terms).
I’m so tired of this
heartache
wrapped in
barb wired love.
And I am begging:
Don’t do this to him
(Don’t do this to yourself).
His end is not just his own.
Land of two setting suns.
Lick the salt from my eyes
and
kiss the copper from my lips -
embrace me one last time,
beloved.
Sup on my sorrow and
drink me dry.
I would let you
bury your dagger
of
deceit and accusations,
as long as you did it
while
you held me
one
last
time.
You cannot save a dying star
(no matter how much you love it).
I’m still surprised
whenever I exhale and
there’s
no frost.
This beloved ice inside of me:
endless devotion to a
heartache
that’ll
never stray.
A snow angel in moonlight.
Do you remember how I loved you most?
I remember you.
Beloved boy,
my hands are shaking
and
the familiar tears are in my eyes once more.
I love you
but
I must be kind to myself, too,
so I close my shaking palms
(forever empty)
and blink my
forever wet eyes.
Beloved boy:
beloved heartbreak.
I love you most of all.
Beloved boy turned to broken man,
who held his heart like glass in his hands.
Give it to me.
Give it to me and dry your eyes.
My scarred palms know this task well.
Lonely boy turns into lonely man -
lonely boy with ever-empty hands.
Lonely boy ripped from his mother -
lonely boy who never believed love from another.
Lonely boy who was so sweet -
lonely boy, now picking blood from his teeth.
Lonely boy, let reason wake.
Lonely boy, let go of your heartbreak.
Lonely boy, you’re all I hold dear.
Lonely boy, you’re all that I fear.
Lonely boy, enshrouded with sorrow -
lonely boy, don’t leave me tomorrow.
Lonely boy, please don’t go.
Lonely boy, I love you so.
Lonely boy, please trust my love.
Lonely boy, aren’t I enough?
I wandered into your
haunted house
and you made me put on
a ghost’s clothes and smile.
And,
for a moment,
the joy in your eyes was enough
(I was enough)
before it turned into
rage,
hurt,
longing.
My poltergeist boy,
with betrayal in your bones,
I love you.
Let specters dance between us -
for they can’t dry any tears.
Bury me in this
wailing graveyard
beside you.
Bury me holding you close.
My whole world and my
whole goddamn heart break:
beloved berserker
in my porcelain
hands.
The brightest star I orbited
fell out of the sky
and
crashed into me.
And it was the
loveliest pain
staring into your shine.
It was the loveliest pain
until
the inevitable destruction.
Sunlight and
fire.
Dewdrops and
tears.
Today is your birthday.
At first:
Joy, excitement,
love.
Then:
Bitter memories,
grief, pain, and
still
love.
Across the universe,
the tide of you sweeps in and
destroys
my sandcastle court
once again.
The pounding riptide
inevitability of
sorrow.
Today is your birthday.
Lingering longing
cupped in
shaking hands;
beloved boy forever
watched
behind
closed eyes;
shuddering sobs
stifled through
smiling teeth.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I want you, I want you, I want you.
I fear you, I fear you, I fear you.
Hiding light in
shadowed sorrow.
Darling,
your
love and devotion
is worth more than a
collar
around your neck.
One day,
beloved,
you will learn that
love
doesn’t have to taste of
sacrifice,
longing,
and
pain.
One day,
beloved,
you will be enough.
One day,
beloved,
you will learn that
love
doesn’t have to taste of
sacrifice,
longing,
and
pain.
One day,
beloved,
you will be enough.
Of soft hearts and fanged mouths:
what does a
monster‘s kiss
taste
like if it’s
everything you’ve been waiting for?
I told the truth
and
broke both our hearts.
I told the truth
and
you called me a liar.
I told the truth
and
broke both our hearts.
I told the truth
and
you called me a liar.
I never told you but
I kept a small box
of keepsakes from moments
I treasured.
When the dust cleared and the box was
returned to me,
I opened that box and saw
all the pieces I saved of you.
Every memento I kept
was a glowing reminder of
my love for you.
I buried them in the sand -
all those bits of happiness -
tilted my head down and
watered them with my
tears.
Let them blossom in the
heart of the dessert
and let me
burn
under your unforgiving wrath.
(“I still love you,”
is the secret
that blooms between them.)