Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Post shock


You were holding an empty suitcase when you came back; you said you didn’t want your things anymore so you left them all back in new York.
You bought the suitcase because you liked it and you wanted to give it to me.
I opened the suitcase and I found a jar of marmalade. You told me to wait outside.
You took the next plane to New York.
I sat there and ate all the marmalade.

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Buttery dreams


Wild butterflies
flew out of your suitcase
and into my heart
and then they ate it
and then I died

The end

OR

How beautiful it is to suffer
from the wild butterflies
that flew into my heart
How meaningless it is
to try and fight them back
than to just let them
consume my soul
to eternity