Silence

You were weeping willows
Swallowing up every bit of sunshine
Innocence
Everything I once thought I had
I didn’t look into your eyes those nights
Or maybe I did
I just prefer to not remember

My lips were earthquakes
Moans echoing inside glacial caves
But you were silence
I never thought I’d fear silence as much as I do now

There was just fingers
And clocks
And ticking
And bewilderment
And sweat
And wagging tongues
And empty heartbeats full of longing
We echoed all night
Just empty vessels

I wanted you in my heart
You ended up in my skin
On top my sheets
Everywhere I didn’t need you

Can I have more than silence?

Can I be beautiful enough to make someone stay
Even if it isn’t you.

the mornings after

empty sex is barren abandon
collapsing onto inflamed bedsheets
spurts of passion searching for a steady target.

empty sex can not fill vacant eyes
bleeding hearts
jagged shreds of tears
or pieces of you peeling off the sides of stray bullets you've dislodged from your heart.

empty sex is where
thighs echo
and spines shatter
and sweat
sticks
stains
splits
into a million pieces
and pours into pores.

empty sex is nothing but prayers
prayers only the body can conjure
a plea for love crawling out the pit of your soul
an exchange between vacant tombs
the deepest cry for help.