I am a thousand sinking ships…

This is a poem,
a combination of a sentence broken up to form a rhythm

You are a poem,
little pieces of my senses broken up to form an image

I heard you sing yourself to sleep
and bridged the gap between our feet

…
Soon We will kiss
and we will not be in love,
but she will be happy and
I will be me
   and that is how it will be
because I, too
 have made mistakes

Cold is home and I am winter

Blinding lights and blasting horns

If you want warmth, then I am summer

But choose the one you’re wanting more

I remember all the useless things my useless hands have caught

Coalesced in a formless pool
his life and love seeped out…
viscous, and visceral

We are the meekest lions
With claws in our sides
And teeth in our eyes

My mind has turned
every thought is a jagged splinter of glass
and every voice is a gnashing of teeth

Where did I leave you?
And where is my body,
left unaccounted for amongst ants
tall buildings without faces,
among the ruins of what used to be my life in this city

It’s been so long since I’ve cared about anything