haikus for him [#1-3]

1. forgotten:

hours spent writing
poems you will never read &
you'll ask: "who is she?"

2. notes to self:

(un) don't stalk facebook
(deux) he prefers her, toujours
(trois) no "tengas sed"

3. born again?

with your disconcern

you break through bible covers
and pierce my façade

invisible

In between her and I you stand and

Never turn my way. To pull at my heartstrings was your

Vice. & my life became a tool in your art. In her shadow

I

Stand clothed in

Insecurities thrust upon me by your

Belligerent speech,

Lying your way into her likings to

Ease into my scene and re-paint me as you'd like.

part 2 of "a restless reaction"

i re-awoke distressed
(with thoughts restless,
moving as
a fallen leaf
windblown on concrete for miles on
end) -
remembering the
"hey whats going on?"
you dealt to melt my exterior
as it fell to the concrete
swept away by the autumn breeze
with the morning's fallen leaves.

i can still feel the rhythm of your heart
beating against my
cheek,
fighting me
with memories
of what used to be.

my corpse lays cold:
a used cloth
covered with prints of
your hands on top of me,
imperfect lips pressed against my neck reminding me
how i thought we could be
one.

the shape of your lips
indented into my neck
takes me back to that one summer night spent
crashing into one other
caroncarlike
ingredients spun into a
blender
hoping we might
come together
as one
all over again
as you promised.

and i wait patiently
knowing [high key] that we were never really meant to be.

ephesians 4:29

"do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths, but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs. that it may benefit those who listen."

About Me:

an entire Thanksgiving meal attempted to compress into Gladware
His imagination was too large.

He nursed His paintbrush in His
left hand.
onto the 1990 canvas He painted
two trees as one.
entangled roots dropped the fruit of an
abstract piece of art envisioned, created, and admired by God.

I remain.