Now and then you’re here
In the air
The smell of old books
Something like that
It’s you

My first love
That tore me up
Ripped me apart
Fed me to the wolves


Here you are, my most unwelcome spirit
Casting shadows of blue in my world
Though I am the sky, my stars bright
My heart is black
But yours is blacker
Black with malice
Mine, black with depth
Your invasion left scars and stains
But my whirling passion engulfed them
And turned them into flames
Fires by which I can live
Endless stories of pain to fuel them
Boundless and new emptiness to fill
Your cracks are papered already
As I knew they would be
Without that paper you cease to be
So clear from the start that was to me
My wild eyes saw your soul
As it escaped through your morbid eyes
Shrouding me in bleakness
Until I could but whisper my own name
Then in that blistering supernova at the end of time, I was born with a new wound
And you walked away covered in my ashes
Carried them into your next world
Unchanged and obvious
Still you protest to my wisdom
Still you act your life
Still you search for yourself in others
I want to tell you that it’s futile
But silence is my power now
As it was your weapon before
We are ghosts
Haunting each others worlds
But I’ll never show you where I lay
It’s far too late to pay your respects anyway


The shipwreck looked like her
Drowning in her tears
Surrounded by the sparkle of moonlight
And stars and aeroplanes
Half under and half afloat
She sits
The mast of her life keeping her heart dry
And her soul in little boxes
Adrift on his sea
Those rapid and angry waves
In that cruel ocean

Poor roses

You have roses in your garden
But they are lies
How can something so beautiful belong to someone so ugly
Your false rose bed is where I must’ve lived
Under the dirt
Under your love
With the worms and the damp and roots
Your false roses grow up full and bright
But I know they know who they belong to
Because so did I
I knew. And so do they.
They never say anything though
They’re not clever enough
They’re too mild so they endure under your falsehood and they will until they die
I suppose I did say something
Otherwise I don’t suppose I’d be here now
It would be another version entirely
The one you tried to create
Perhaps unwittingly
I don’t know anymore
But I’ll always think of those poor roses
Growing for you
Being bright and brilliant for you
You never deserved any of it