Poems

Broken But Loud Broken but we’re screaming loudduct tape patches on the crowdoff-brand hope and cheap jokessinging for the regular folks Coffee cold upon the standbills are getting out of handphone is buzzing with the alarmreflection showing all the harm World throws bricks through window panedriving me inside insanespeaker cracklesriff crawls outremoving every single doubt […]

Break Your Halo With My Hands I want to break your halowith my handstear every complimentoff your skin Watch the crowd freezeas your perfect front caves in You walk into the roomand the air changespeople straightenvoices lean toward youlike metal to a magnet in the floor Every eye tracks your swaggerwhile I hug the wallfists

Break You thought rough meant ignoreyou thought kink meant free passon harm Here comes the linehere comes the exit alarm When I say “get the fuck out”that is not a lyricthat is the end of the charm My safe word is “get the fuck out”engraved on the welcome matunder all the flirtingand the heat Hidden

Bones Beneath the Linoleum Bones beneath the linoleumgrief stuck in the grouta pain they’ll never getso let them shut me out I hold your memorylike a leash in my handmissing you harderthan I ever planned They say “it’s just a dog”but the quiet feels heavy as leadI still step over the empty spotwhere you used

Braver When I Screw It Up I am braver when I screw it upwhen the song falls apartand my voice goes roughin the middle of a verse When I drop the ballforget the wordsspill the drinkmiss the buswatch my plans derailand call it a blessingnot a curse Perfection never taught me half as muchas every

Blueprints for a House That Won’t Keep I packed my history in a boxwith the nails still stuck in the framewrote goodbye in the dust on the floortried to laughbut it wasn’t the same Pulled the dreams down from windowsfolded them sharp so they’d fitheard the floorboards creak slowthrough the roomsnever saying a bit I

Body Count on My Bed Sheets There’s a body count on my bed sheetsghosts in the cottonstains I can’t bleach out of my head I don’t remember birthdaysfavorite songsI just rememberwho was loudand how they bled If lust is a bulletI am the empty shellrattling on the floorafter the shot I stopped learning namesa long

Blood On Mute I am done being softwhen you keep drawing bloodon mute Keep talking like I am furnitureand watch what happenswhen I stand You talkI vanishsame damn pattern on repeatlike a glitchy loopyou never plan to fix My words hit your shieldand slide down itlike rain off bulletproof bricks Your face in lightsmy work

Blood-Drunk On Balance Sheets I am blood-drunk on balance sheetsdizzy on the zeroesstacking up like skulls If greed has a faceit is not a cartoon villain in a capeit is me in a suitwith a calm tonein a boardroom seat I watch numbers climblike mercury in a glass tubered bars screaming higherevery quarter Profit margins

Bleed On the Contract Bleed on the contractI want more than inkon that dotted lineI want a slice of your futureyour spirityour spine You come in lateshirt stuck to your spineeyes ringed in red and coffeefingers tremblingon the folder you grip You need this deal like you need airlike the roof is already bucklinglike a