s/h/a/m/e

S

I think the be/t part
i/ laying here awake
exhau/ted
body /haking
and knowing
you’re nothing
but a/hamed of me 

H

I t/ink a lot
about the symmetry
of your face
and t/e way your
/air curls just right
around your ears 

A

/nother d/y goes by
/nd /nother /nd /nother
until /ll th/t’s left is bones
ground to dust
–/nd my love for you 

M

The first day of fall
and all I want to do
is hold your hand. 

E

I had almost forgott/n
about /vrything
until my phon/ lit up
and you took th/ tim/ to
/xplain /vrything I alr/ady
kn/w. 

Poetry: Untitled

I still remember the exact moment I fell in love with you
the very instance.
the way you were standing
face contorted in deep thought
lips pursed, hands holding a guitar.

I can remember every detail
from the stubble on your face to
the color—
the style of your jeans
the color of the laces in your shoes.

I remember how your eyes
held my image with contempt
staring at me blankly and wondering
who I was and
why I was there.

I remember smiling
because that’s all you ever make me do
smile.
even as I lay here
broken & alone
the thought of your laugh
the way you wrinkle your nose
your lopsided grin
makes me smile

because I can’t stop loving you.

Vignettes: Ultimatum

You gave me an ultimatum. I did what you wanted.  Quit my job, changed to a different one.  I did absolutely everything you asked.  Then last night when we were laying in bed, you were holding me, kissing my forehead, caressing my cheek gently…telling me how beautiful I am.

I whispered so softly you almost didn’t hear it

“I love you”

and you laughed

“That’s cute.”