Dirt-27

a thousand false reflections. a subtle vacancy in your stare. the tide creeps in slowly. you can see it from the kitchen window the curtains lash about in the gale. you stand, unfazed and unafraid. your tears glisten like raindrops on your pale white cheeks. they weren’t always like that. you close the blinds to keep the water out. your room is dark gray clouds painted on the walls chipped and flaking one day, the sea will come to take us all the salt will sting my eyes and make your throat go dry it’s all i can taste some days. it’s anticipation a bruised peach thrown away a bandaged finger from a shaky hand where tha

the flame that drew me in burned my wings right up wet and brown, dripping with morning dew. frail, delicate leaves on tree branches enclosing your spirit. a rusty set of handcuffs your blood in the bark did you want an orange or a clementine ? citrus stinging my heart acid in an open wound like a moth i am crushed under your foot hike with my corpse pinned to the bottom of your shoe a forest at night subject to your torment dragged far from home, yet finding hospice near your ever-glowing lantern.

THERE IS A LOT! use ctrl+f to skip to these sections if you so wish:, -haikus about loving people -haikus about hating people -haikus about sexuality (somewhat nsfw) -haikus about self-hatred -haikus about winter ________________________________________________________ haikus about loving people: * breathing in your scent was it ever even yours did i make it up * you are shimmering please let me bask in your glow warmer than daylight * hands grasp at nothing what a torment, to have loved hands touching nothing * i felt so untouched don't laugh at how i hugged him desp'rate and afraid * don't be so hopeful your heart will grow tired

“Everything is usually like a dream to me. Not a good dream or a bad dream, but just a plain, hazy dream you remember the next morning but forget by the middle of the day.”   He often went through life never totally present. It started with the daydreams- escaping into another world, a separate world, on a daily basis. He wasn’t sure if it came from a want for something missing from his life, or a need to get away from it all, but either way, he was content to be locked away inside his mind. However, as that phase of his life ended, another began. It wasn’t quite scary, and it wasn’t very sad either, but it was