Out · of · the · Blue

my love gives me hope
my love gives me pride

look how I love you
and you love me

♥

This is going to be short because,
Who gave you the right to stare anyway?
To invade personal space on a multidimensional scale
Is so easy, but you forget
That staring is, basically,
the equivalent of
sex.

Because, when you stare, your eyes just peak in
And use three letter words,
You don’t know
How uncomfortable that makes me,
Basically.
So before you stand up and walk around the room
To give me myself back,
Could you please just close your eyes,
And give me your hand,
Instead?

eviltweeter © 2009

the day you died they plucked grapes from small green plants
they said that it was going to be hot outside, for days,
on end.

the newspaper headlines were impressive and loud when they said that
love had conquered the world,
and no one would ever be able to escape.

hot tiles burned my feet as I played outside,
dancing free because mostly,
carelessness still ruled me.

I remember how, as I sat at your bed
you exhaled your very last breath
my hands touched your face because you were still warm.

you could’ve easily just wanted another grape,
I realized.

I didn’t understand
at the time.

why I'd never eat a grape again
or dance carefree in the sun
when I held you tightly afterwards
and cried uncontrollably on your arm.

that day you died.

eviltweeter © 2009

I just saw 'The Diving Bell and the Butterfly'. Such a good movie, but I bawled like a baby.

And now I'm sad.


9 p.m. on a wednesday evening

my eyes water
and you stand behind
me with your arms hugging loosely
leaves in autumn
fall from trees
and get caught by strong winds,
in-between.

like you,
and me

my eyes flicker while you
speak
philosophical truth
i ask you
“when does it stop?!”
you sigh and close the curtain
just walked inside
my
door
locked.

while outside raindrops
fall and tick against
the windowpanes
are like mirrors
reflecting how
even though i cried

it will no longer be
just me
and my tears
all alone

tonight.

eviltweeter © 2008