Dear Beloved

An open letter to everyone I’ve ever convinced myself I loved.

I.

I am still sorry.

I fear that you were just the

first in a long line

of men I will be

all too willing to bury

my loneliness in.

II.

 Now that I’ve figured

that you wronged me, I am not

ready to forgive.

III.

I loved you more than

you knew, but you were still right:

it was not enough.

IV.

I have learned what the

infinite tastes like but

I still haven’t learned

that people can’t be

 fixed because they aren’t broken,

or that I deserve

better.

psychosomatic

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i’ve grown accustomed

to the pain. in your absence

everything else aches.

Gossip

for D.

With the righteousness of youth

I convinced myself

That sharing whispers

-of your weight

-of your diets

was made nobler by the secrets

(my secrets)

you’d spilled like ink.

Indelible,

Unforgettable,

Unforgivable.

But ink fades.

Salt

I dreamt of salt

and woke with my mouth watering.

I dreamt of salt

and awoke in a blanket of sweat

and the scent of the sea

clogging my nostrils.

I dreamt of salt

and woke up bitter.

Going With The Tides

Going With The Tides

A Haiku Pair

  

 Loneliness sometimes

lingers like cold in your bones

and damp in your soul,

even when the tides

that washed it up have long since

moved to other shores.

The Inaccuracies of Poetry

The Inaccuracies of Poetry

(a Haiku)

It wasn’t the whole

truth, but half-lies can be more

honest anyway.

Letting The Sunshine In

Their makeshift curtains are visible from the path

And my windows are stark in comparison

Too high to show into my soul

Where my bare windows make more sense:

That heat pooling in at 4 in the afternoon

Falls directly on my sorrows

And is the only thing that reminds me of home.