I hate the feeling of waiting
for someone to call.
They never do.
So, I say, “If anyone calls
...
Borrowed Love
As we begin on this journey
of desires to fulfill
...
my blood clots too fast
to kill myself
(I just found that out)
and my hearts too strong
...
I’m done—
done writing all this ‘good’ poetry about you.
I’m through.
No more bestsellers feasting off my pain,
...
Window stains are all I see
As I stare in search of you
Fingerprints and watermarks
(this is all I ever do)
...