Popular Poems About Forgiveness

My love notes on your shirt      
grew as sticky      
as the air      
in my wasted lungs      
and the feel of your      
forehead against mine      
scared the shit out of me. again.      
     
angered me. again.      
     
fucked me up in what I      
can only brand as the      
flavor of      
us;      
and our version of love      
is poison in a diet-coke can      
served ice-fucking cold      
     
again.      
     
your warm mouth traced      
hope on my...

I’ve always loved you best  
in the dark  
away from prying eyes in  
revered silence  
where your allure was mine  
and it whistled careless as
the wind cutting through the cliffs 
from those moments I stole and we shared

right now you remind me of a hymn  
of blasphemy sung in augmented fourth  
I can’t bear to see you like this  
our names crusted in your blood  
as you traced  
what was lost on the mantle  
the mahogany absorbing your essence  
filling the carved out words  
reflecting it...

I beheaded a poem
For you... my rhyme
I cleaned its insides
I took off its eyes
For not having to bear
The humidity of the tears
I blew the letters up...
I threw the letters down
I washed the poem clean
I've let the scales dry
So I could do a helmet
To avoid beheading...

In those moments as I rocked gently over Shawn,  
I suddenly felt the thoughts of past lives swirling in my head.  
I continued rising and falling against Shawn’s firmness  
while watching feelings of guilt drifting through an open window  
as if pulled by a draft into the night sky.

I felt fears, loss, and brokenness falling from my body  
and being pulled into the night.  
I was in the moment and felt Shawn’s presence within me,  
but I’d stepped back like a witness,  
observing without judgment.

Gradually I came to realize   ...

I’ve always had a way  
with the petrified and scared  
despite the way my body pulses  
aposematic signals  
from the scarred knuckles and hulking frame  
to the frown lines etched into my face  
 
and I wonder if it’s  
because of a sympathetic-nervous-system response  
reminiscent of the times I hid in a closet and read books  
my small boy body discoloured in the hue  
of the beating I took  
adrenaline still pounding through my trembling flesh  
 
or if it was because I didn’t care if I got hurt   ...