to the man at my door

If you only knew
I write every poem about you
About us.
Like your black skin
Tumbling onto my brown.

Don’t you notice how I swallow you up with my eyes
And how I love how your upper lip feels
In between my teeth
Or the strength
Trapped in between your clenched fist
Or beneath your silent gaze.

I’ve collected every inch of you.
Trapped them in a box which is my mind.
I refuse to share.
I am a box
Folding up inside of myself
Despite of myself.
I feel so small in your arms.

You are king.
I will be queen.
You just don’t it yet.
I don’t think you’ll know it.

Yet.

I am so afraid of sharing secrets.
Please keep mine forever.
Please keep me forever.

Tonight.
Always.
Come inside.
Stay here.

what i write on post-it notes

Love is daggers dangling off the roof of your mouth.
My heart is barren and bloody.

I folded up my soul last night,
stuffed it into an envelope mailed it to you.
Scorn is best served cold.
I’ll send my hate express mail.

Remember when my eyes smiled?
I do.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t afraid of the words of a beautiful man.
Someone reclaim my joy.

hello, again.

I wake up with these feelings, crushing me
You are atop my eye lashes,
inside my skull,
at the foot of my bed.

Something like love, no less than madness.
I knew you would find me eventually.
Again.

Drag your teeth down the pole of my spine.
My body is wrapped in bricks, I am heavy.
How did you find me?
I’ve spent so long hiding from you.
My efforts were useless.

You are unraveling at my feet, crawling out of the pit of my stomach, shooting out of my pores.
The armor was not enough.
I am unprotected.