dulcet

an inch of gossamer trapped in a galaxy of concrete

a dalliance short and sweet amidst a hurricane of heartbreak

sea glass wedged beneath miles of sand and stone

I have dug deep to build this home

fully prepared to sacrifice my grace if it means saving my only safety

candles were never bright enough to guide me

I will need a bonfire to find what's gone

but you will need no magnification to see what's wrong

a novel

brilliant and lifesaving stacked with a plethora of biased text books behind a politician's desk

the law was not always written

but one day people forgot how to listen

he says he fell in love with the way

I wrote things on napkins

because the texture appealed to me

and I never realized

how romantic I had become

until I felt his lips move

a deck of tarot cards

shuffled in with aces, threes and jacks

I've spent my life telling fortunes

to people who never come back

I've spun spider webs from duct tape and watched as my knuckles bled from greeting the wall one too many times

you have whispered you wish I could tell you

every poem

inked onto my wrist

because I have a collection of words

that have washed into the ocean

but dear fish, if you find them,

please don't ever bring them back

I don't wish to relive black

a love letter slipped between report cards

a star stranded in the city lights

sometimes I take off my glasses

to see the world all blurry

and I think everything looks softer

which is dangerous

when you're around knives

so check your eyes

and remember

everyone is blind

maybe I'll only ever write

one thing worth being read

or none

but it's worth it

to get this shit out of my head