I STOP KNOWING THE SOUND OF YOUR VOICE
and I stop knowing how to write, stop knowing
how to fill the hole that you left, how to fill
the ache of your fingers, millimetres from
neck and warm, oh, so warm, your tie
dangled across chest and your
eyes, so close, so
secret, so secret in the way
secret is where you can
almost taste the
closeness and
you never want
it to stop
and I never wanted you
to stop,
but where
are we? Charlotte…
I claim the highest mountain in the state and make bruises of my knees through the dark. I follow the stars above, the constellations of every moment I have ever existed in, and make it to the top by sunrise, where I stop to look around at everything that is and I smile because, like everything in this moment and everything ever; I am and I always will be.
I have closed my eyes to similar sights and I walk among smoked streets I do not know in what I hope is the direction of blue rivers running wild with will and sunsets collided into portraits on canvas once clear. Charlotte Griffiths
I cannot hide, any longer, that this, here, was the last time I really felt something and I can pretend it’s alright but lonely night is still only your name and I don’t fear death because I know there’s nothing else left for me. Charlotte Griffiths
I stand on ledge of tallest building I could find and wait for you to join me, join hands beneath lone stars and shadowed clouds and endlessness, enter death knowing there was only last moment, spent forever, spent together, our secret. Charlotte Griffiths
lost for words I want to write a poem for you, but there are not enough galaxies in the sky to form dreams close enough to your burning shades of pink. You walk in, strut in, stabbing thorns grow from my fingers and somehow, I’m falling into them and out of this tiny box of sanity I’ve been holding close. You make sweet music for my ears and I am here, vulnerable, overly passionate once again.…
nostalgic nonsense. Soft, cool air in shattered lungs, mist floating delicately in the opening of forest, silence surrounding solemn souls, secret sadness simmering simultaneously about in the cold. Picturesque frost grows upon branches of a figure that once sheltered copious life, the gentle breath of a deer, confused, woken early to a cool winter brooding despondency. I take our your black…
meaningless Eight stars shine over the river and count the hours that I’ve wasted being honest to myself and as I zoom in on the smallest, I notice how delicately it flickers and how dangerously it burns. I keep saying I’m scared of abandonment but it’s you that I’m afraid of, my lungs never breathed as weakly as they do in your gaze and as sadly as they do in the follow of your grip. I’m not…
the sandwich It’s been six hours since I’ve last taken a bite of the sandwich and I’m watching TV;
The desire-less dreams of simple suffocation dawn on me after only one hour at your aunt’s.
Don’t tell me I’m brave, my dear, my friend, when all my shameful shielding of some…
It’s 3am in the city and I’m alone, again, in my apartment. I don’t feel anything like a monster,
In the infidelity of a moonless, revealing night, the blackened world rose, crawling upward the shaking ladder. Found itself boundless shapeless loved and confused, until – only seconds left – the remainder welcomed red linen which manufactured perfectly putrid memories and, at last, she slept.
pink shirt worn over-the-top tight, tough wrists and eyes closed shut I kiss the hair on your fingers, trailing hopefully up to your forehead. silver-lining smile tightens angelically, lifts up bright, bodacious, beautiful nose and he’s denied its magnificence every time but he forgets its consumption of every piece, every pinch, it has touched. handsome hello’s and soft chuckles float down over…
Looming landscapes define duplicitous enemies; dreams follow regressions of apologetic answers and paint systematic stories of a reality much farther than my own. Should centralised proclamations collude to the greater advantages, then the technicolour anticipation was surely proven wrong. So when exemplified evasions of apathetic honesty flows…