04
Jan

LOVE – Poems

Words: Unseen_Unheard
Photos : Louise Nilsson

FROM EMPTY

I break myself to
make myself nectar
for your sweet taste
for black lace and
late night mistakes.
I flutter sad eyes 
as you stutter butterflies
into my mouth,
and I swallow them
like meals I have purged
and feelings I have urged 
into silence,
even when my skin was craving 
your gentlest 
violence,
even when I have been
nothing
but a dry thirst 
to be loved back 
in the measures 
I kept pouring for you
from empty, 
from the hollow
I wallowed, where words 
churned and turned
into promises I couldn’t speak 
nor keep, like how 
I will be able to get up
after us.
But there is no such thing as,
after us;
we just slumber 
between each tumble 
and fumble,
I only crumble to 
put on another black dress and 
perfume myself
with your ever after sorries. 
But it is a love story, 
nonetheless.
I take what I can 
get with you

WHO AM I?

Who am I 
to build an alter at his ribs;
to kneel there,
to sip that soul
straight from his skin, to take 
his essence 
to the back of my throat 
where I hum unholy hymns 
of longing to belong 
there, a gargling madness 
of wasted love 

 

Who am I 
to carve our names 
into eternity, to cut my earthquake
into trembles 
and lay them 
at his feet like a burnt offering, who am I
to burden him
with my blaze, with my wounded gaze
of hopeless adoration;
a raging wildflower 
claiming his untrained hands to tame me

 

Who am I 
to go here, to go this far,
to bend at such uncomfortable angles,
to break at my own will, to tangle 
myself
around his shadows to outstay 
this invitation
so brief 
in his infatuation, who am I
to wreck whole worlds
to have the crumbs of him;
who am I? 

GHOST

I feel eerie in my own lingerie,
a blue satin ghost 
of the girl you used to court,
using up all the space 
in doorways and mornings,
watching you press
coffee beans
with a tenderness and fervour 
I remember 
only to envy their aroma;
this is a slow finale 
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