Reckless

I know you’re reckless.
But today, I’m asking
you hold it. I am the better
of one thousand miles
away. No matter how many
times I’ve done it before,
I cannot save you this time.

Let me be selfish,
just this once.

Don’t kill yourself
for the fun of it.

Until I'm Half-Gone

I have not abandoned you.
Honestly, I couldn’t. Not
now. Act as if you don’t
care, I don’t mind. It doesn’t
hurt so much anymore,
really, it’s just best I hide
here and wait until you’re ready
and I’m half-gone.

Unspendable Money

I came across a pile of money
on the side of the street.
No one else seemed to notice
it, so I grabbed a few handfuls.

My pockets heavy, I felt rich
and freshly giddy. Despite
the weight, I skipped home.

While I lie in bed that night,
it occurred to me it would only hurt
to tell anyone about my lovely
little treasure, so I held it close.

In the morning, I biked to the corner
of Heart and Stone, ready
to part with a bit of my currency
for a little in return.

“This money is no good here,”
they said to me. Shop after shop,
I was denied.

“Go to Canada, I hear they accept
it there,” an old woman told me.
“It’s used in England,” another said.
“And Japan!” “And Turkey!”
“I know they take it in France.”

But it all meant nothing to me.
I only ever wanted to spend it
here.

Not Like You

It’s almost as if you are dead.
I reach for the phone,
and then I remember,
for all intents and purposes,
you are nonexistent.

Everything is lonelier now.
I am backed into a wall
by invisible men, impossibly tall
and with long fingernails.
Not like you.
Never like you.

But don’t call me.
Don’t text me.
I don’t want to see
a single letter from you.
Because then,
I won’t let go.