What can you say when there’s nothing to do
What can you do when there’s nothing to see
What can you see when there’s nowhere to go
Where can you go when there’s nowhere to stay
Where can you stay when there’s nowhere to live
Where can you live when there’s nothing to eat
What can you eat when there’s no one to speak
What can you speak when there’s no one to hear
Blinded by my lips
I wanted you to see me
But you knew from the start
I didn’t know I was alone
I weaved the fabric of our souls
I wanted you to stay
But I kept finding holes
That would be covered by day
We are disjointed bodies
Connected at the seam
Singing distant memories
Of what we used to dream
I have songs in my head
That remind me of dark nights
Watching the street lights dance
Feeling safe enough to fall asleep
“Your face will be the reason I smile”
Warmth in the cold
On a long drive back home
-After Maxwell
Some people write poems about becoming a mother
I write about losing mine
Who will tell me to tuck or untuck my shirt
Zippers or laces for shoes
We’re all masquerading as ourselves
Expertly crafting moments and memories
How do people find joy in life
Revel in its impermanence
How do people find joy in life
Seek strength in its disturbance
Its tip reflected in the sun
And twinkled among shadows
You tantalized me by waving it slowly
Curves painting pictures
When you asked me what I saw
There
Were clouds
Big ones that surrounded you
That made the setting of the sun bleed
Enough to paint the pages of our story
Why can’t you see?
Is it because I read when you look?
Search soulless for meaning in every breath
while you take in deep
Restless while you sleep
Will you recoil when I do unto you what you do to me
Tremble when I choose not to speak?
There’s joy and anguish here
Relish and pleasure here
Is that all?
