Tag: poetry

All I think about is the day you run out of things to combat –

And you’re left there with your pain,

Left without keys under the doormat.

I hope the way I play the field tears your insides into pieces.

You promised me I will never arrive,

Never see the place where all peace lives.

But my stamina found a way to bloom without you there.

Now you only have the photographs

And your own empty stares.

You ask about me in the shop I used to visit after school.

They know all about your history,

They even call you the small-town fool.

All I think about is the day you run into me in a parking lot.

I don’t resemble your daughter,

You’ve become just an afterthought.

I hope the way I walk by, cold and unfazed, rips you apart.

Despite your worst wishes, I pulled through.

To spite you, I stayed honest at heart.

-JW

The webs you made were not a good enough reason for you to leave.

My life stood there, naked and exposed, as I struggled to breathe.

Your sharp teeth found ways to bite, but you were, oh, so surprised

When your own child grew up to be a shark too,

Refusing to swim circles in your lies.

It is true, strangers are alerted about my talent to kill my darlings.

I hear you spoke to the local cashiers; I hear you gave them a warning.

You think you have so much gasoline in your tank, always running,

But you gifted your mistress a perpetual-motion daughter

With twice as much cunning.

Now we pass each other in the city streets, ignoring all the deceit.

Fate is a cruel beast, she loves to frame and glisten the worst receipts.

Your family knows how hard you can go when it comes to neglect.

I wish this the guilt feeds on your soul until the end,

I hope it gets so heavy it breaks your neck.

-JW

I am sitting still, staring at an empty letter.

Forgiveness does not come easy to me.

Maybe you are also sharpening the feather,

But maybe you are just as sad and lonely.

Never had trouble forgiving my city friends.

The shame flies low when you compromise.

I want to meet you and see both ends,

You want to spread rumors and villainize.

So, I get stuck on blaring neon streets,

They keep making my cries radio silent.

I dream of trees, but you reach for the reefs.

My pen runs dry, and yet again

I retire the hope of finding an asylum.

-JW

Nobody’s story ever resembles mine.

I don’t have the scars proving I fell from the highs,

And every soul I meet doesn’t have much to hide.

I tend to wonder –

What do they do with their nights?

Because I travel back to the roads I discovered,

I think about the lives I wanted to color

Just to end up in city crowds, always seeking cover.

The darkness calls again,

It wants to make me its lover.

-JW