--

  Wishing on Polaris doesn’t do me any good anymore

  The moles on your face

  Trace the paths of familiar

  Constellations,

  And the deep blue eyes beneath

  Your full lash line

  Mimic the 11p.m. winter sky

  And I used to wish on shooting stars

  For ponies and toys and tree houses,

  But now

  All my wishes sound like your name

  --

  The Latest Telescopic Discovery – A New Alignment of Lenses: None of them with your eyes

  Telescopes have three main types of arrangements

  We have one – and you’ve always chosen open

  The bruise on my left hip developed after I pushed a little too hard and I forgot that tables were tangible things

  8 times out of 10 people leave their keys in obvious places: coffee tables, hooks near doors, attached to purses or belt loops

  19 times out of 20 the things you lose are in clear sight

  You’re standing ten feet away and yet that distance feels as wide as the English Channel

  I wish I could entwine my fingers with your belt loops and drag you into my hips

  But if love was an ocean, I’d be 50 feet under struggling to break free of the coral and you’d be the buoy screaming drown

  --

  Autumn; how cold you’ve grown

  From green to crimson,

  Fresh to forgotten,

  High above to beneath

  The soles of well-worn sneakers,

  Interlacing themselves with

  Our memories and souls –

  Just as well-worn as our sneakers;

  Crisp air biting flesh with a tenderness

  Parallel to your teeth against my neck

  (I miss that even more these days,

  Even though I swore I never would)

  I draw my scarf tighter until it’s pressed

  Right up to the pulse below my jaw

  (The one you used to make palpitate,

  We joked that I was worse than a heart attack patient–

  You remember that, don’t you?)

  I bend over to pick up a fallen leaf

  Before tucking it into my pocket,

  At least this season will end with something

  That reminds me of you

  --

  But it wasn’t accidental at all, now was it?

  Broken glass,

  Spinning wheels,

  Mutilated metal,

  Radio on repeat -

  Again

  And

  Again,

  Siren screams,

  Machines beep,

  Hearts pound

  And stop,

  Lives shattered –

  Just like the broken glass

  Just like this broken heart

  Eventually the sound

  Becomes static

  Eventually the noise become silence

  Eventually there’s a hole left

  That nothing else can fill

  --

  Hey Sam, don’t you remember?

  hey sam, remember when

  we were best friends

  and every word out of your mouth

  sounded like the next one out of mine?

  hey sam, remember when

  you asked me how long it took

  to love someone and i laughed it off

  because i saw that look in your eye

  hey sam, ‘member how you told me

  that we weren’t good together

  and i took that as good-bye

  and i ran, i ran so far

  hey sam, remember how you spent

  the next six months trying to forget my face

  and even longer trying to get me to remember yours

  hey sam, i’m sorry i broke your heart

  but i just can’t be there to fix it anymore

  hey sam, i hope you find someone who can

  --

  You always told me that colours were stupid, so this one’s for you

  Red –

  Like the rouge in my cheeks

  After each and every kiss,

  Like his favourite colour,

  Like the leaves in the autumn,

  His favourite time of year,

  Like the blood seeping out of the burger

  As he takes his sweet time making it.

  Blue –

  Like those deep irises hidden

  Just beneath his full-lash line,

  Like the October sky he loves so much,

  Like the lake where he spends his winters,

  And even more of his summers if he can.

  White –

  Like those teeth he keeps minty fresh,

  Like the scars that turn his hands

  Into treasure maps before and after

  They trace my body,

  Like the powdery snow he loves to send flying,

  And like the hair beneath his dog’s buttery brown splotches,

  The dog that loves him almost as much as I do.

  --

  Promises didn’t mean anything then and they don’t mean anything now

  We swore up and down that it would be different now,

  Made pinky promises with our words,

  And tangled our dreams together.

  We let pretty compliments cloud our judgment,

  We let kisses trick us into thinking this was bigger,

  We fooled ourselves into thinking that distance equaled strength,

  When it really just tore us both away.

  We let friendship and the past take precedence

  Over what we have,

  We let attraction take control,

  And we made up what we didn’t know;

  I was used to failing you,

  But this time you failed me.

  Maybe I asked for more than you could give,

  But it shouldn’t have ended like this.

  --

  Embers

  There once was a girl and a boy,

  And when were they near each other –

  Their entire beings became enflamed.

  Their flames licked each other up,

  Devouring each other whole.

  One day the boy’s flame started to flicker,

  So the girl doused herself in a feeble attempt

  To pretend their fire had never existed.

  So here they are, two glowing embers,

  In different cities, both wondering

  How flames so bright could be so easily

  Extinguished.

  --

  Misdirected faith (not like I’m surprised)

  So I put my faith

  In a memory,

  And while your memory

  Serves you well –

  Reality serves you better

  As it remembers everything

  You tried to forget,

  So you wrap your arms

  A little tighter,

  Make your voice

  A little quieter,

  And keep yourself

  A little safer

  --

  I must admit, I didn’t expect this

  I always pictured leaving –

  My mind had traced the paths

  Of my back towards my home

  Millions of times,

  Millions of different ways,

  But in my head,

  I never imagined that it would be

  This hard

  --

  Give me Sentimentality

  I would rather

  Baby’s breath laced into my wavy strands

  Than cheap roses

  Left on my mahogany porch.

  I would rather

  Spearmint on your breath,

  Than your cigarette aroma

  Pouring out with every word.

  I would rather

  A black suit jacket

  Than your worn leather

  Enc
asing strong shoulders.

  But I would rather you

  Than anyone else in the world.

  --

  Did you remember my face? Not even once?

  I can see it now –

  You slip off that golden band

  And toss it on the bedside table

  Before jumping into bed beside

  Some woman who you did not

  Give your last name to,

  And I sit at home, watching the clock,

  Until its hands are imprinted in my mind

  And I make up a million excuses

  But I know there’s only one

  And I know that you’re not alone,

  That you’ll be breathing soundly

  Into the soft crease at the base of her neck

  And you’ll come home smelling of Chanel No.5

  When you know I only wear the lavender soap

  That laces all of our bathroom shelves,

  And when you lean over to kiss my cheek

  I’ll pretend not to notice the smudge of red lipstick

  Peeking out from just under your shirt collar

  And my heart will combust beneath my ribcage,

  Just like it did the morning before but I will

  Force myself to smile back at you

  And act like we’re both still in love

  Because while our vows may have meant

  Nothing to you,

  They meant everything to me

  --

  Intel or Infidel

  There you are,

  Sitting in your office

  Flicking a pen against your mahogany desk.

  And there she is,

  Just blocks away,

  In your shared apartment

  Only right now, she’s sharing it with someone else.

  Someone who smells like Armani’s latest cologne,

  Who thinks that “your body is a wonderland”

  Is still a great pick-up line,

  And whose name she’s moaning –

  Even though you’re just blocks away.

  They’re wrapped up in those sheets of Egyptian cotton

  That you spent too many overtime hours paying for

  (You forgot that they were just damn fabric)

  And their thread count is higher than his IQ.

  Yet she’s whispering in his ear

  And laughing with him,

  In ways that she hasn’t in years

  (At least not with you)

  And the “no vacancy” sign behind her eyes

  Has been removed

  She’s all but forgotten that she’s a Mrs. Somebody,

  That she’s a Mrs. You.

  And there you are,

  Just blocks away,

  Sitting in your office

  Flicking your pen against your mahogany desk.

  --

  October never felt so warm, Morning never felt so wrong

  Intoxicated kisses,

  Warm skin,

  Brushes of fingers,

  Soft whispers in my ear,

  Blurring the lines,

  Between reality and here.

  Cool glass with

  Your easy smile,

  Wandering fingertips

  Along shoulder blades,

  Cotton and skin,

  Small promises,

  Murmured secrets,

  Of a broken childhood

  And a desperation to comprehend.

  Relating in the quiet,

  Words are unsaid,

  Unspoken but still known,

  Lingering on the edges

  Between acceptability and truth.

  Falling,

  Wishing,

  Wanting,

  Waiting,

  Missing.

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