Burned

So damaged I am,
my cells are committing 
suicide. 

Oh love you shameless devil.
I walk in lost thoughts
when I should be dwelling
in a haven of dreams.

Endling

A cruel fate to the last
of a once prosperous species
most likely gone
due to neglect.
Survival of the fittest
they seem to chant,
not our fault if they all die.
But will it really end
when only we remain?

Now why are we so foolish
to seek the fairest mate
when beauty, we all know,
only fades with age?

Just send me a man 
with a bright set of eyes
for their youth is usually
the last to fade.

Prejudice

Judged not for their deeds,
But instead
For the name they bear. 

How terrifying the thought is that this is that last time I will ever see the ocean as it rocks back in forth in its vast bed, like a baby in its cradle. Never will I hear them break on the rocks, incessantly whipping the rocks into the smooth and rugged ends we all seek to explore. I think this is what I will miss the most. Just being near the sea is a source of relaxation for me. To think I will be leaving this behind. At just the thought I contribute my own source of salt water to the pit that’s already trying to swallow me whole. 
Just five more minutes of this. Five minutes to last a lifetime. 

Familiar

In that moment
you were no longer a passerby
for though we had spoken
and seen one another
I had never really observed you.
I had never truly seen the dimples
that appear with laughter,
the glint in your eyes
that comes with a smile
and the wrinkles
that emerge on your brow
when angry, sad or confused. 

Condemned

And so we knelt and pray.
To whom?
We’d rather not say.
We held belief 
and we were judged.
All united, 
yet all apart
we prayed
that someday
we may all be together. 

Hollow

Full of holes you are indeed
For all liquid comes spurting out
Without even the slightest nick, 
Be it tears or blood 
Or sweat or not,
Seems nothing can keep
Itself contained. 

Think of yourself as spring.
Things are frightful now
With the snow exposing the trash,
The gravel doting the snow,
And the grass, now visible,
Is all dead and grey.
Things will only get better,
And you, my dear,
Shall blossom. 

Fissures

You destroyed my beauty
like moths would a vintage dress;
leaving nothing but ugly holes,
until the beauty that was,
the fabric and the design,
were no longer existent. 

Few Come Back

Step by step
Down the path you go,
The further you walk
The more treacherous
The return. 

Everlasting

Never one for pet names
Though even I was flattered
When you muttered to me “honey”
For that’s when I knew,
Just like the golden liquid,
You wanted me and us
To last forever. 

Sightless

Perhaps my blindness
Is an actual relief;
Who can trust their sight?

Solicitous

I took most of the pain upon myself
Hoping that you will feel none.
And none did you feel;
Quite at ease you felt,
That you ended up
Giving me more.