judgment

my entire life
is the struggle
of deciding
if you're
good for me

don't ask me
which side
is winning

and... him iii.

that day
when your mom
let me in
and I caught you
dancing around your room
with your headphones in
singing at the top
of your lungs
I stood there for
ten minutes before
you saw me
hoping you would
never stop

angels wear pink dresses

there's a boy at her school who wears pink every day
once she stood outside alone with him, staring at his busted lip
she asked him why

Because her car was pink. Her bedroom walls too. Because her mom wouldn't let her dye her hair pink and when she pouted about it I didn't tell her I liked her natural color better. Because she bought me a pink shirt she never got to see me wear. Because she loved standing outside at that moment in the middle of the sun setting when the whole earth is tinged pink and she couldn't be buried at that time of day. Because there's still an old tube of her brightest pink lipstick in my glove box. Because when she blushed her own shade of pink it was the prettiest thing in the world. Because if there is such a thing as God, I know he gave her a pink dress to go with her wings and I want to match her every day to make up for the promise I won't get to keep on prom night. I have a million reasons, but it's mainly because my most important one isn't here.

making up

I stared
at your back
across the bed,
unsure whether to
roll over or
reach out and
touch you.

trash

I took all the things
I couldn't throw away
and put them in a box
with a random address on it.

Maybe they'll do it for me.

taking a breather

                       I needed
to air my self out today.
So I took off my skin
and hung it on a clothesline.
Put on my spare one
and wore it for the day.

What I need at 3 a.m.

I didn't want a
love poem and you
didn't give me one.
Instead you offered
Cokes over late
night video games
played half-delirious
and Cheeto wars.
The cheese licked
off my fingers satisfied
me more than a kiss
ever could.