Wishy Washy

 i wish i could save you

i wish with all my heart.

i truly do.

i can't.

By thine own hand

i can't,

no matter how hard i try.

Just like when we were

together,

a fact you have forgotten.

i tried,

and you do not. 

Naked Knight

 Dented

Cracked

Burnt

what is a knight

with no armour?

What is a damsel

with no distress?

Without what truly

makes us who we are

what do we become?

What am i

without you?

Jailhouse

 i'm sure you're pleased with the architecture

of this prison.

Walls constructed of wild accusations

and buttressed by gaslighting.

All of your bewailing, thick like cement,

caked in your own eyes.

Your stubborn blindness that which forges my chains

and fetters us both to this bridewell.

How carefully you have blueprinted 

every labyrinth hall

and strung your threats like tripwire across every exit.

But i won't help you fashion straps of my skin

or deadbolts of my teeth.

You will never engineer a roof that can withstand

the hurricane of my faith.

You brought this upon 

yourself.

You And i Are Not The Same

 You only looked for me when i was gone,

if even then.

While i saw you, everywhere.

In everything.

In everyone.

We built futures,

you and i,

i'll never get to visit.

But i still have to watch

them crumble to dust.

Why Write?

 i write to release

what feels so heavy

in the heart, should i have one.

there is no way to

get rid of it;

besides, bleeding red

on paper

The Tuscan Wave

 maybe letting go

is hoping you don't ache

when you think of me

or knowing that you love him

and not trying

to change your mind

maybe it's smiling

at the ghost of you

behind my eyelids

instead of holding them open

until they burn

maybe letting go

doesn't mean

forgetting

but understanding

that some places

just aren't mean for us

maybe letting go

isn't all that different

to loving you...

You Pray For Justice?

 you can come galumphing with your wheelbarrow of umbrage,

but you won't Libra's scales.

i have filled my pan with such toxic treasures

that the weight of the extinction could not push down the other side-

a barrel of nuclear waste for every time you made me feel worthless,

one radioactive brick for every piece of me you've stolen, 

all the spent sutures with which i have stitched up my rejected soul-

justice wants balance,

not vengeance,

and the pound of flesh owed is yours