Sept 29, 2011

We never had breakfast at the hand-me-down table;

We only shared a few cases outside.

If I told the devil that I hate you,

Even he’d know it was a lie.

My heart bleeds offset colors from the center-

I was only ever a guest in the bed, never a lover.

We had our own doors, cups, and things.

A castle with a king, no queen

Trapped like a fairy tale, with the longest of braids

Somehow beauty can always escape.

I ride down the streets in my own carriage,

Places we went when you talked about marriage.

Now everything is my own; Rapunzel let go.

She can’t help but sometimes want to know,

how you are.

A map on the wall keeps me from my true lover;

Spin, close your eyes, put down the finger.

Wine bottle reflects my eyes in the sunshine,

Songs in a garage, I hate the drive bys.

Purple words bleed from these lips,

A princess sailing in her own little ship.

And then, I had a dream- your face came to me.

No anger, no madness, so happy.

Tiled floors that were out of sight so quickly.

Markings left on my fragile, pale body.

Why is anger so ugly?

It has the potential to be so lovely.

Books, and songs, and colorful things.

Art on a wall, as useless as a diamond ring.

Sheets shared still lie on so many different beds-

A year felt like a lifetime inside my sleeping head.

Strong winds so thick, carry me away.

Could be alone in this bed all day.

Never need another, no love, no lovers.

Even strangers think I’m crazy;

The fondness of my loneliness.

The independence; like a delicacy,

So tasty.

Time provokes my mind; the season of maple.

Even though, I know everything is now stable.

Sometimes I still feel like sleep, unable

A little tear because

We never even shared a meal at our table.