Pools Can't Carry Rivers

I'm completely useless 

at anything other than friends.

I can't do good for anyone beyond that,

and that's alright,

thats fair.

I was just not made for the rest.

It's not inside me, my shallow depths

are clear and blue, but shallow nonetheless.

Throughout the listless pools and restless waters

I am fine as I was made.

Regardless of how I would like to,

I'm an argument that holds no water.

I'll remain a leaking pail, and spill

your feelings,

all, like rain.

When the tears slow down and the ripple's settled,

When the tide has fallen once again,

Back at you, what is reflected?

Is it your face?

Black Crystal

Something lurks in the call of night,

Transparent and black glass.

Stacked of crystalline thin bones

breaking apart the light.

Glittering sounds under the rain, it's singing

Songs of eons and love and pain.

Long along had it cast far the stinging

world that bore them, and bound the chain.

When the ink begins to bleed the paper

And the morning begins to pry, 

crawling its way along the horizon. 

Mischievous, charming, they crack a smile.

At night the black, bright, crystal howls.

Deep in their castle, upon the clouds.

And they're breathing whispers come near the daybreak,

sunlight's performing, dapper, devilish heartache.

Cinnamon Tea

You say your lips are bleeding and you can’t tell why.

But there you go, you keep

Licking my heart up from the blade side.

You say you’re burning up, with feverish cheeks.

When your lips bear the stain of liquor,

And your tears crawl down my drain like rancid cinnamon tea.

You say your skin runs cold as the linens fall, unfold... 

But somehow you suppurate warmth, insistent, onto the mattress. 

And you cling to the knife, affection virulent, rife, uninvited.

Violent.

Then you blossom on my skin,

reddened, purple, crystalline. 

The songs won't play without glitching.

 I realized tonight:

That it is not wrong of me to be afraid,

That is it not wrong of me to be affected.

To think about you

To still think of you. 

To breathe heavy, to speak of my memories and feel

as shivers and shakes slowly crawl from within my bones.

I shall not be embarrassed, I mustn't.

Because it was not a simple heartbreak

for me to heal from quickly and forget,

it was horror, it was pain, your screams pulsating in my brain.

The desire to vomit out my heart and my guts,

to say goodbye to any piece of me that could feel,

is nothing of which I shall draw any shame.

And I needn't accept the blame.

I realized the guilt you paint on me is not my business.

You who cannot see the role you play in your own misery.

If I was so evil, why am I so afraid?

I realized the sting is not love but lightning.

The quick heart beat and the electric static, making my hair stand up on end.

I am not embarrassed to feel afraid even though I am stronger.

And the reason you hang around my mind is not any love but unfinished business,

the me in your arms is but a ghost of past days. Of you and I, all that remains

is the splintered bones and skin I've shed.