JordanSara

The silver grip of irony
is around my pallid throat, and

time spun a mismatched web and
now it is caught in my cold dead chest.

It was the end, I thought
It was the beginning, I thought
and I went and tied them together.

How can I live with the waiting
when all I want to do is scream?

How can I look at you
wondering if you still love me
and if you're going to leave?

My tongue is bleeding
because I'm biting it
to keep myself from

fire burning
a lonely star
cold nights
and a chill.

i wonder where you are and
why my mouth tastes like soot.

you don't call very much.
you don't text me at all all hours.
you don't want to kiss me anymore.

Silver moon
wafting like a perfume droplet in the air,
shine on my neck
and place a soft kiss on the ivory space.

Silver moon 
let me cry to you
wailing and calling 
for you embrace me in light.

The monkey is looking at me
it's eyes full of words
full of questions
Those eyes ask meWhat is your name?My lips peel open in a rush