We were so damn mean
to each other and I
have never been so
cruel since.

I think we were
so terrible because we
knew that eventually
we were going to end.

We could blame our
failure on our icy
hearts instead of
admitting we were just
too scared to try.

BB

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Lighthouse Melodrama

I told you that if
you were to die before me
I would become a
lighthouse operator on
some desolate shore
with my typewriter
tapping out novels and
poetry while a
tugboat delivered my
food and letters
twice a week.

You replied that it was
just like me to
romanticize the fear
that grips my heart
and to be plotting
my escape already
but that I would not
survive with such an
absence of attention.

I do not think you
understand how much
I like you or
how little I like people
who aren’t you.

BB

I’m Sorry.

If you want to be happy
please stay away from me
at all costs.

Do not put your heart in
my hands because I have
never learned to be gentle.

Both in the way that I love
and in the way that I leave
I always end up breaking something.

BB

Games

Tombstones
We held court among
the tombstones in
their rows like dominoes
and like the game
tiles represented those
that fell and others
who quickly followed.

We understood our own
precarious position
of being players
left in a game that
could yield no winners.

BB

Ain’t No Rest

The dead we buried
were not satisfied
being ghosts and I
felt sure I would see
a skeleton hand pierce
through the dirt
atop the frozen ground
and wrap fingers around
my beating heart to take
what they were cheated.

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Swim At Your Own Risk

Sometimes I get pulled
away by the tide of
thinking about you.

My tea grows cold in
the cup and I hardly
notice that afternoon
has turned into
the rose gold blush of sunset.

I find my feet and arms
treading water while I
wonder if it is not too late
to swim for shore.

BB