Scarcity

Lips graze just barely on My wrist, it is not me nor you Licking the wounds Too deep to heal Hands roam floating on My flesh, it is not me nor you Brushing the goosebumps Too cuspidated to sink Whispers glide into My ears, it is not me nor you Calming the anxious swirls Too … More Scarcity

Again

And so another loss, Another goodbye, Another journal Pouring poems out about How much i miss your eyes. •L•S•

Pause

If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)

Bullets

And here i am Where i’d known i’d be Clutching my bloody wound Knowing it’d be me I gave you the gun With a pair of shaky hands and an unclear mind- You shot me, You shot me, You shot me. – 12/05/18 1:15 a.m. (LS)