asteroid.

Our love was the kind that couldn’t be saved from destruction.

Your eyes always burned through the crowd, shattering my atmosphere.  We came together with an urgency that violated speed restrictions.  You told me “Nobody” and “Nothing” and “No one else” as our lips crashed into the surfaces of each other.

And in the wake of our violent beginning, the end came slowly, and silently—

Long after the ground cracked, the world quaked, and the dust settled.  Like an empire, we were never built to last.  The girls and boys of tomorrow will kick at the dust of our ruins, wondering and guessing about the the monumental scar that remains.

interviewing the ballet girl.

The day you fell, was a tragedy for us all.
Sometimes the saying “Did you fall from heaven?” doesn’t quite fit,
even though it was often asked of you.

After all, Heaven was where you belonged—
among the stars.

Perhaps that is why in my life, I had always taken such care
never to break any bones.

Though your legs shattered, you didn’t feel it.
It didn’t hurt quite as much
as your heart.

What was it like to rise into the spotlight?
And then miss a step and fall from the stage?

“For a dancer?” you replied.

It was like hell.

dinner for two.

Put the fork down and leave your regrets on the table.
We will not consume them alongside the irritated flicker of candlelight.
We will not justify and correct and shape up our versions of history.

With our country resentfully divided, I lay this treaty upon the borderline:
We were only confused.  We were only mistaken.
We were only hopeful.  We were only in love.
We were only human.

sugar addiction.

His eyes dark eyes
reflected to me
the insatiable black hole that hungered inside.

Yet he portrayed an odd character,
with a mustache plumed in 18th century fashion.

But I could not be deceived,
for he smelled as sickly sweet
as all the others I could not deny before.

+++ Notes +++
I went to Starbucks today and got a cake pop I’ve never seen before.  We regarded each other for a dear, desperate moment before he was consumed.  

I made sure to capture that moment and turn it into a troll photo for instagramified poetry.

cakepop