The grief that does not speak.

It hides, consciously visible,
a shadow too solemn for sight.
It haunts those who hear it,
yet, it does not utter a sound.
Its ubiquity tortures minds,
for it exhausts all forms of joy.
Its voices whisper from the walls,
macabre, taunting, perilous.
A tenacious monster,
drawing me deeper into its blackened heart.

A requiem

Seeping through the cracks, you're a poison in my bones.

You will not set me free until you rip open my ribcage and destroy me from inside.

Look what you have made of me.

A tempestuous fire raging in arid desolation parallels my disgust for you.
Once, I ran to you; now, I run from you.
I sincerely hope you get what you deserve.

This is not a haiku

It drips from ceilings,
It drips from unholy eyes,
God can't save you now.

Vices + Virtues

Hopefully you realize the irony of my silent treatment,
given everything I do screams for your attention.
Please know that you infatuated me, amazed me, stunned me
with your raw emotion and extroversion.
You've been hurt before and I can empathize,
that's what I liked best about you.
But you dropped me to break on the stone-cold ground.
Please come back, you were the only distraction I had,
preventing me from running back into his venomous arms...

So you don't love me,

big fucking deal.

Infelices infidus

I hope the memory of us haunts you.

I hope it melts your happiness.

I hope you overdose on the tainted idea of love.

I hope you get what you deserve.

Drunken Umbra

I can't erase it from my mind,
I just replay it over and over,
Writhing bodies,
Skin on skin,
Tongues entwined in temporary lust,
Oscillating silhouettes,
Body on body,
Fingers clawing in pleasure,
For minutes, for days,
It doesn't matter.