I once shared a room next to you two In that quaint little house that shared my hopes and dreams It held a younger and delighted me I was so inexperienced but I believed true love existed I was free floating on a cloud painted by imaginary love and fulfillment…
You are beautiful today with your bone straight hair and square cut glasses That blue shirt with balls of dust that shine like stars You sit with your back straight Head high but your eyes even with glass covering them Show your vacillation They flicker and flare for that validation…
They are under your bed knowing that schedule better than you do But you are not afraid Those demons take one look at you and they cower But he himself wouldn’t know that you are terrified There were daggers in your eyes Little tiny poniards that would sluice those…
I was the byproduct of my environment Polluted and disoriented Rough concretes and twisted lead that make up cluttered saclike captivities that we burrow in We call it home although it is just a house There are no fond memories here Only bullet paved windows and exhausted blinds…
There’s gold on your skin little tiny speckles that I would lay down and count The world stopped spinning once whenever I had tried You laid there and said my eyes were laughing I was imaging us turning into those sprinkles We would shift into little balls of dust …
I fell for you when the first drop of snow landed I could have been a rose in a field of your tulips your bulbs encasing my thorns But you made my petals burn obsidian Your bell shaped words prickled my husks velveted it with your lies It painted…
There are a lot of things I still don’t understand Why For instance my heart seems to crumble whenever I laugh Why Whenever I tell myself don’t think about it crimson still fills my mind Sharp blades Flickering fires Embers that want to consume me…
I’ve always envied those people who invented that bent little t-square Measuring the passage of time Eyeing one shadow as it makes its way along the crossbar How miraculous that moment must have been sharing it with another I imagine it’s much like my time with you Like…
It smelled of metal and gunpowder Spicy and toxic coupled with bloodshot eyes fingers twitching alight with anticipation My body thrummed with the excitement that only comes when blood is shed A timid strike is what broke me a gentle tapping rapping at my chamber door Obscurity is…
There are firm pillars lining the walls of my heart blocking that amorous aura you send me I always get these segments With rough patches of slug that dehumanize our logic I had once thought it was God His mighty hand coming down to chastise us A…
I liked to think of you as Ares how tenacious and potent you are The moment you first held me in your arms I had felt more beauty and fervor than Aphrodite herself Such spite she blooms for you The suns not even the brightest stars amounted to the perfect…
Éloa 