The cup

I empty my thoughts in a cup,
I stir it with two drops of your tears.
It’s salty yet you take a gulp
and die of the sweetness in a rub.


The sheets

The sheets are white and crumpled
but you didn’t sleep in last night.
Oh, but you kept me humbled
throughout the painful bite.

The town

I catch a beautiful butterfly
and snuff it out to give you colour,
you throw out all but one
to paint the town redder.

The gun

I wonder what you think
when you fix your gaze on the setting sun
I wonder why you blink
every time you hold my head to the gun.

The heart

This heart that beats so fast
holds the secrets you call gold,
When I try to make it last
It breaks in pieces you no longer hold.