Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Love is not Lost

Love is a forbidden treasure
drawn by children in candy stores

Lost is the map to get there

Broken Into

Break, break, break all you damned hearts

Sunday, April 15, 2012


That time I burned the top of my foot with boiling water
wasn't nearly as painful as the year that led up to my wrist tattoo

They both hurt like hell

One was an accident, the other
a temporary lapse in good judgement

Both are scars and both are permanent

that smell like rain and feel like a stumped toe

Familiar, brand new, and already bruised
I hope I never get burned again