Day 314

I fear the day I
begin to forget the soft
color of your eyes.

Day 313

I know it's cliche to say
you were like a drug
and I became addicted to you
but your lips tasted like
bitter ecstasy
I knew it was wrong
but I always wanted more
and your whiskey-colored eyes
hypnotized me
and I felt knots in my stomach
if I looked away

maybe it's wrong to say
that you were my drug
and I was addicted to you
like the nicotine
in my first cigarette
that buried me with its
glowing embers and
acrid smoke 
so I won't say it
I'll only say I never thought
I could live a day without you

yet today I opened my eyes
and I have never felt more alive.

Day 312

I think you accidentally
stole my heart

keep it

you'll probably
treat it better
than I do anyway

Day 311

the air dances with the leaves
swinging branches
swaying softly

suspended in place
until gravity takes hold
the waltz ends with a curt bow

a curtsy to the ground
the branch bends and then breaks
making its mark on the soil from

where it was first planted
new life emerges from the ground
and reaches for the blue

using oxygen as a ladder
until the music begins
and the wind spins

breaking free its leaves
and watching them float
gently to the ground

Day 310

you carried me gently in your hand
a pocket-sized disciple
nestled within the intricate lines on your palm

I was easy to love and so you loved me
wherever you walked
I was sure to follow

and you knew that all too well
because you walked straight for a cliff
and stopped at the edge

and watched me tumble
down down down
to where all your other followers lay

Day 309

The saddest part is
that I believed you--truly
I thought you would stay.

Day 308

I fell for you
the way most writers do

admiring small details
and poorly written haikus


people will think it's fiction
that I felt you in my veins
when my blood turned to ink
and you still consumed my brain 


I filled up each and every page
with all my love for you
of hyperboles and metaphors
the way most writers do