Ambush

Letting old flames die
in favour of new sparks
itching to ignite.

I'm enveloped by your silence,
slowly beckoning me further from shore.

You're barely illuminated
and I can't look away.

Moonlight

If you read me
in the stars tonight,
tell me so.

    When was the last time
        you opened your eyes?

    Do you think we'll
        see each other in heaven?

Seven other questions
danced across my mind
in the time it took
to read between the lines:

there were never any lines.

I'll tuck away another
pretty little fallacy
my mind contrived
teased by the moonlight.

Immurement

Putting the pieces together,
the full picture begins to take shape.

It's funny how
the things I asked for
will be my unraveling.

I'm parched, drinking poison
out of convenience.

I'm starved for affection while
building walls around
brick by brick.