Poetry

Poetry By On December 5, 2019

Close Enough

I want to hurt you if only to prove That you’ve finally let me in close enough to mean something to you.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On December 2, 2019

Breaking

My heart only breaks because I know I’m breaking yours and I’m so sorry about that.   -2019

Poetry By On December 1, 2019

The Family You Found

You weren’t close to family by blood but you found brothers young who still surround you to this day.   You pledged to brotherhood in college and choose a career where you stand in a line full of brothers in blue.   You’re the most resourceful  and willful man I know.  You could let me be your family too.  

Poetry By On November 29, 2019

Picture Memories

I know you might think  that if he was out of the picture that you and I might still be in frame. But even without him we’d still be shattered glass on the floor. I’m sorry that shards of your heart are there too because only picture memories are left of me and you.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On November 25, 2019

The Reality of You

This reunion isn’t as I imagined it would be. I knew I’d changed  over the past 3 years  but I forgot that you could too. I’ve built fantasies from past memories  But all I have to show for it  is a disappointing reality.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On November 23, 2019

Things I Dream For

I imagine myself at a table with your friends. Where you’ve finally let me in to be approved by the family built with time and loyalty.    -Oct 2019  

Poetry By On November 22, 2019

Days when your world’s on a tilt

I take it all so personally Can’t seem to let the wrong words go I just want to stay in bed all day Shut the blinds and close out the world Call in sick to work Think about texting my selfish ex. I’m just having one of those days where I’m grinding my teeth just to make it through.  …

Poetry By On November 18, 2019

Do You Want Me or Not?

You say you don’t need me as you reach out for my hand. You try to leave me as you post pictures  Desperate for my eyes to see.   We each take turns posting Green lights at the edge of Gatsby’s dock.  We never say what we mean afraid that darkness might be the only response.   -Sept 2019

Poetry By On November 13, 2019

The Rest of Me

You always say that you wish I would let you in. But baby, if I do, will you promise not to hurt me? But if you’re not patient with me Then baby, I’m shutting all the doors. If you will let me breathe Then I will let you see the rest of me.   -2015