Not guilty (poem of mine)

You sent me a text
About sex
And I was hoping I would get some
Declaration of love
About unrequited passion
A definition
To quell my constant aching
No
You were just acting
And I cant complain because
I wanted something
Rather than nothing.
I guess I am feeling something,
But whether it’s love
Or hate
I don’t know
It seemed to me that
We walked that line
between the two.
I lie and say to the ceiling
1 o clock – I’m not sorry.
2 o clock – I’m not sorry.
I’m not sorry.

Cherries (poem of mine)

We are meant to blossom
From that shy green
To this
Mystery cherry red
The floodgates will open
And we will rush in
Our fate is sealed.

We are these,
Ripe,
Beautiful burdens,
Hanging from these heavy branches.
The mercy is,
We are beautiful in the ignorance,
Beautiful in,
The suffocating jackets
Of our cherry red skin.
Bewildered in our beauty,
Rubies in the dark.

Orange juice (poem of mine)

Today was weird
I got drunk off that old orange juice
I shouldn’t have drunk it
The carton was filled with air.
Oh well.
I listened to some Brand New
while sitting on my bed and looking at the view.
I thought of a walk
Tried to fill the spaces in my head
That the orange juice made weird and empty.
Could have been placebo,
But I lost some co-ordination you see.
Or,
I could have just been wanting to get drunk at 10 o clock in the morning
So I could sit on the bed and look at the view
when my head was full of oranges.