Whenever I go to somewhere we have been... I get shivers from the memories that stir from within...
Category: My Poetry
Craving
Your rough exterior was so
sharp and sour to me.
Intense and unforgiving.
But as I let you sit on my tongue…
Slowly you melted away into
something so suddenly sweet.
Leaving me with a hunger
and only wanting more.
Fragments
Fragments of myself
have been hovering,
Suspended above me
in my own abyss of isolation.
I’ve been trying so hard
to get ahold of them,
Repeatedly reaching out
in acts of desperation.
But every time I go
to grasp them…
My touch just pushes them
into the wrong direction.
Code Blue
The worst thing
about a code blue…
Is when the doctor finally
throws in the towel…
And you’re left there
looking at an empty body…
Realizing there’s nothing else
anyone can ever do.
Shells
I have five shells
that I count one by one…
Found during a time
that can’t be undone.
You picked them by hand
and gave them to me…
In a place I thought
I wanted to be.
Invasive
You grew unnoticed
like a slow growing ivy.
Your deceitful emerald leaves
glimmering a seductive dew.
Consuming all you wanted
with your twisting vines.
Eventually wrapping
your way around me…
Whispering all of the things
that you wanted to do.
Shrapnel
We ignited each other
like pipe bombs.
Our harsh words
sailing into one another
like shrapnel…
And leaving nothing
but ragged scars
and bloodied flesh.
Drunk
You can tell me
what you think
whenever you’re
drunken at night…
Yet you can never
find the right words
when you’re sober
in the daylight.
Pathway
And here I am…
Walking down
this familiar cement sidewalk.
Recognizing the
same forbidden pathway.
Following all
the same cracks in the pavement.
Hoping that
they still somehow lead me back to you…
Mementos
All those little things
you left behind
are now my
sullen trinkets.
The lost, lonely artifacts of us,
now only meaningful to me.
AO Poetry 
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