i took all my books out of the way

i made a path for you to walk into

but you send me cryptic messages

i can’t understand. i’m not that smart

i think in beats, rainbow schemes,

i want to finish writing this poem

before he gets here and breaks my

silence into too many questions

i avoid answering. i removed my

poems for you, made you walk

straight into my heart and pull

it apart with my own weakness.

i never should have trusted you

with that one secret, you haunt

me with it, pass it around my

air like a ball. you’re playing

with my vulnerability. i tell

you to fuck off instead of good

night and in the morning you

wonder why i left for work

so early and we don’t talk again

until the following day

where we start over and forget

the past. it’s what we call

staying married these days.

Don’t wanna know

It’s been such a long time I haven’t seen your face

maybe you don’t believe in the same books anymore

or philosophers

or artist

or punctuation.

I see a garden stopped growing

journals overflowed with moss

I am giving up on this whole

we got so much time

because honestly, we don’t

time soaks us with truth

and keeps on creating death

to remind us

that we won’t live forever

even if you sing about it.