Untitled
- 2013
1)
I believe
that
the sun says, “Good morning,”
sarcastically.
At
6 AM
he
raises his fingers
and
outlines my chest
and
whispers, “Today, I will
shine
for you again”
But
when 7 PM comes
all
I can hear
are
his promises
bleeding
through the windows.
He
whispers, “I will love you again tomorrow.”
But
by midnight he is just a dream.
2)
Today arrives
and
I see him dancing
with
another person.
(I
am broken)
For
me
the
only good thing
about
this morning
was
knowing that
there was
a tonight.
Untitled
- 2013
Winter
is
a bare tree.
Loosely rooted with
fragile
bark, skinny branches
reaching towards the sky but
they
are frozen.
40
mph winds
crashing against
prickly skin.
I am
winter.
And my biggest mistake
was falling in love
with
disaster.
Alan Van
by - Anthony Rogers
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