FierySpark

I wish I could cup every word You've ever hurled at me in my fist; They would writhe, like a half-alive bird Caught in the shadows tendrils of their own reaping. I like to think that I would Open my hand, slowly, Let them drip out, The sand filling the hourglass Since the last time I spoke your name. However, I have the constant compulsion to bring my cupped palms to my mouth and swallow; to taste these balled up fists and let them slam against my ribcage; Let you destroy me from the inside out. Dear ticking clock, Thank you for teaching me to fall down and forget how to stand back up.

i. this is an apology to quivering lips and shaking thighs; to the hollow space between my bones, and the blood bursting in my veins. some days it feels like i’ve swallowed sunlight, eradicated the shadows that spiral through my stomach and burst through my lungs. most days, i believe that i’ve ingested a noose, thread by knotted thread, that builds itself inside of me and throttles me from the inside out. ii. some days, i hallucinate. i see swirling smoke and flashing colors and angry faces. at first my emotions are a plane crash; adrenaline crazed and spiraling down, i fear for my life while still excited for what will

outside, you are roses. you are spring day, a summer morning, a flower in dewdrops learning to blossom. but you have hands made of thorns, and you are grasping my heart with a clenched fist. i am a half-alive bird caught in the talons of a hawk, feathers tearing from my bleeding skin and splashing in the mud. i keep scissors in my nightstand, but you are a weed that one must rip out at the root. unfortunately, my hands are ghosts that were never too good at grasping things in the first place.

the very hurt you sought for has been bleeding out of my pores since the day i forgot how to scream; it drips down my body, burning my skin and carving pictures in my veins. i am left naked, pale and shaking, closing my eyes too tight. i wish i remembered how to see the stars. i wonder if you remember back when we spoke in words and not punches; i have too many bruises to count. i wish you would remember. i wish i was more to you than a clever arrangement of figurative language;               (yes, i see the irony                that all i do is destroy                and you have shattered me.) i watched you pluck every shining feat

I laugh, gravelly voice filling the December air with hollow promises. “How am I alive, my dear, if my heart is already dead?” And I watch you,   open mouthed and confused, fumble for the right response. I don't wait for one   as I run off into the night, the skyscrapers embracing me like a long lost child. After all, my chest is colder than steel [but not tougher than it], and I shiver as the cold night air bites into my fingers. The wind caresses me   like a forgotten lover [almost like you used to], the tender breeze ruffling my hair and reddening my cheeks. What I said wasn't a complete lie; though my heart

The raindrops on the windowpane sound vaguely familiar; like teardrops down a hollow face with eyes that shine like dust. Or maybe of a heartbeat that's pumping out of pace for you; every wild thump awkward and loud, ringing out of pace in want need for you. Maybe I'm over exaggerating,   but I   cant   let   go-- --of all the smiles,     all the tears,          all the blank stare looks. 'Cause though you bled out long ago, your heart still b e a t s for me. And I will always remember it and your tired fights to win yourself back from the tide that was dragging you   d                                                      

Lay your hand in mine and   let us drink the sky together; suck in the cumulus and   have them make your shriveled heart   light and pure once again. Drown in the thunderstorms, and let the lighting fill every crevice   in your hollow chest. Let the thunder show you   how to make yourself heard. Eat the stars,   and let them illuminate the darkest corners of your mind; have them fill your eyes   with a light   we haven't seen in years. For once, put your head in the clouds and leave it there-- We don't need wings,   because tonight, we have each other.  

i don't know what to do when the thoughts of cutting become overwhelming;   i don't know what to do when i almost take that blade, when i almost press it to my skin, when i almost watch the blood leaving tiny rivers down my wrists and pooling in my palm. i don't know what to do when i think that the only person that understands, that listens,   my one buoy in the raging waters, i don't know what to do   when i can see him leaving me and searching for less broken friends. i don't know what i would do if he did leave me behind; if i was dropped again, i'm sure that this time, i would shatter into thousands of pieces of broken

You've intricately woven yourself in every frayed depression   of this hesitant heart,   filling it's hollow vacancies and sewing me back together. You keep this tired heart thumping. When the skies are gray and ridden with unfulfilled dreams, you are the single ray of sunshine that refuses to be blocked by the clouds. And if you concentrate on that one ray, somehow, the day seems to be just a little brighter. The sidewalk is cracked and my eyes are filled with unshed tears, and the sadness is like weeds. You are the flowers growing in my heart, and I watch them suck the spirit out of you. But you still stand by my side, unwa