Leopards never change their spots.

the roots

which we grew from

are cemented into

our patterns

of growth

that we pursue

throughout this life

and the next,

if we keep the same

roots as the first life.

we cannot escape

where we came from

where we find ourselves when

we think of where we started.

we should not

we cannot

yet those who are not content

with the flaws that come with

their roots,

t...

“i’ll wait for you”

she said in jagged breaths

with her eyes piercing my soul

she picked up her bags five minutes after

just to walk out the door

and, without me,

go....

shoot you up

my veins

it’s cold,

but it will take me away from this place

to another that is far away

to a place where only i matter.

inject you in my arm

my ankle

my toes.

i’m addicted from the core of every one of my bones

and you’re laughing out of flatter

but you’re bringing me to the place of disaster.

i love it.

my eyes are red now

everyone has left

even you,

only the thought and h...

I haven’t written about you in a while,

Forgive me.

I am trying to create a life of my own, a life separate from yours,

Forgive me.

I am trying to be unapologetic about it,

Forgive me.

There was a time when you consumed me, but now I’m trying to forget what it felt like to always have you at the back of my mind and make me hyperventilate every time I saw you with my own eyes

Just

Forgive me. ...

And I,

I wish I could fly

Into your arms when it’s

Freezing cold

At night.

And I,

I wish I could run

Run away from this

Before I fall

In love.

Your,

Your T-shirt wreaks of your

Words,

Promising to stay, it mimics the way you speak,

The sound you seem to conjure....

A moment or two,

Let me tell you,

About the time I died

And came back to life.

Let me tell you

About the time

My frown faded

And my smile pervaded.

Reborn in a silk blanket,

After I hit my gong.

The snow was cold enough to

Embark a cry within me

An empty looking weep.

But it was my mourning where

Everything from the past had

Detached itself from my hair,

A relief like no other,

I hit my gong...

“Pass the salt, will you?”

She passed the salt so slickly, her fingers and hand shone under the light of the moon. And the crystal chandelier of course. She did it with such hesitance that he raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“What might be the matter?”

“Do you know where that salt comes from? What we’ve done?” She met his gaze with the ultimate lack of fear for his reaction.

“We’ve been over this...

Nights spent in my bedroom,

Sleeping on my chair

Because the imprint of your body lay

On my sheets and my pillows

And your imprint, with the absence of your body,

Is enough to make a grown woman cry.

Sleeping in my chair,

Dreaming about the day I let you become

The one that got away.

I wake up and break a sweat,

Or maybe those are just tears,

Because you’re gone,

And only your imprint remains...

Back home, life feels like

A rush of adrenaline

Constantly.

Cars move to the beat of a

Techno song I heard while my friend

Was high on MD.

People move with the sway of

Formula one cars.

Unnaturally natural,

Back home,

In this busy city....

Towers of envy, inside I crawl

With my masquerade and the absurdity of it all.

I flew with my cape in the dead of night

To beckon my lightning sky

And her ocean eyes....