Poems

Iron Choir Verse 1 Cold metal bites through thrift store jeansFriday lights wash the field in scenes. We sit up high where shadows playTrading fries and looking away. Mascots tumbleparents clapCaught inside the Friday trap. Headphones on and polish chippedFrom the script we have slipped. Verse 2 Band kicks in the same old threeBrass shouting […]

Invisible Ink I learned to read the silence hanging heavy in the airEvery empty word, every blank-eyed stareYou walk right through me, you don’t even lookThe outline of someone you swore you never forsook.I’m written in invisible ink, You look right throughyou never blink. Vanishing quick, shrinking fastA forgotten vow buried in the past. You

I Want What’s Under Your Skin Your watch, your car, the house on the hillthat shiny trash is cuteBut it isn’t the reason I’m standing herestaring at the suitI want the vein in your throat that jumps when you lieThe twitch in the corner of your arrogant eyeI want the pulse in your wrist, running

I Want To Make You Breakfast, Not Fix You You walk into my place with that look that says brace for impacthope it is just coffee, not a breakdown, not a fightYou start listing all the shit that went wrong this weeklike I am your boss, your doctor, your judgeunder this cheap kitchen lightYou talk

I Want To Ruin Your Lipstick, Not Your Life You walk into the bar with a shade sharp enough to cut glassFresh liner, fresh glosslooking like a high-speed pass, You lean on the counterorder something with too much sugar and just enough burnScanning the room like you’re waiting for the tables to turn. When you

I Swear On This Cheap Coffee We sit in a corner booth that wobbles every time you lean too hard on itlaminate peeling like bad sunburn on the edgeThe coffee tastes like burnt dirt with hints of despair and dishwateryet this place stays your favorite little pledgeYour eyes look like they slept maybe four hours

I Want To Be Your Poor Life Choice You walk into this shitty living room with your hair tied up in one of those loops that says I gave up halfway and still look hot as hellDrop your bag by the doorkick your shoes toward the cornerlaugh at the mess and say “every time I

I Love You But Shut The Fuck Up For A Second You climb into bed already mid-sentence about that thing your coworker said three days ago that still eats at youEyes wide, arms wavingpacing at the foot of the mattress while I lie there in a t-shirtwaiting for you to get throughYou replay the conversation

I Swear I’m Trying, Baby I left dishes in the sink againyou stepped on that fork that bends but never breaksCursed under your breath, kicked off your shoescalled this place a gallery of my mistakesI was on the couch, phone deadhiding from collectors and the boss I flakeIgnoring your call until the guilt made my

I Don’t Need Your Help I’d rather drag a couch up six flights of stairs by myself before I call anyone to help with the endI’d bleed out under a car, hands slick, lungs burningthan admit I needed a friend, You offer tools, timeknowledge, and I tell you “I’ve got it covered” even as the