No.13

i know now that my kindness was unkind
my stomach could not be pitted any deeper
for you, for me, for us

i promised to give you something impossible
and now i’ll never make that promise to another

because with each kiss, it felt less and less like heaven,
as more chains tied their way around my throat
i wanted to, you know
to be what you wanted, to want what you needed

unchained

and if i could have, i would have

but a half-hearted kiss
could rip
the face off of anybody
and yours was barely hanging on

-h.d.b

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we left the door open
we couldn’t miss a sound
sometimes i swear her laugh
it pulls heaven down

the moon it was held by
the clouds that night
with icicle fingers
our hearts melting
in starlight

the walls they were breathing
my heart was screaming
walls they were breathing
my heart was screaming
walls they were breathing
my heart was screaming
for you

we left the door open
we couldn’t make a sound
like our whispers were frozen
what’s holding us back now?

we said what we should’ve
and did what we could
we punched out the windows
hands covered in blood

the walls they were breathing
my heart was screaming
walls they were breathing
my heart was screaming
walls they were breathing
my heart was screaming
for you

it was like the moon shed no light
we were just fighting to cut the darkness
with our own knives

if i can bend the notes

why can’t i straighten the lines?
between my heart, my mouth and my mind.
it’s between my heart, my mouth and my mind

you’re between my heart, my mouth and my mind

 

-h.d.b

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i built a wall around me but then you came and now brick by brick it’s disappearing i can see how beautiful the world is but i feel so vulnerable you made me realize that the world outside of those walls holds so much beauty and you made me want to live again but i hate being attached to someone because sooner or later you will leave and a piece of me will be gone as well and it will never come back so because i am scared i am taking back those bricks and putting them back into place it’s better to hurt myself by forgetting you than to be hurt by you and never be able to forget.

 

{h.d.b}

No.12

Don’t write what you’re sure of, what you want set in stone, write what you are willing to have transform.
Don’t write to please, but do please yourself.
Understand that terror is pleasure.

-h.d.b

 

No.11

your mind tells you to forget language
because whatever you say
is unbearable for you to listen to
my eardrums can withstand flooding,
earthquakes, disasters the tongue creates
with love, I will hear you

-h.d.b

No.10

I enjoy that your body
is next to my body.
Your tongue feels right in my mouth –
the way it twists and searches
the way you never quite find
what you want.

-h.d.b