Sonnets

Sonnet #1

Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?

Nay, thou art the harshest wind in late autumn 

Sharp quips, punishing the words you say

Placed me, below apathy and boredom?

Star sign reading with the depth of the moon 

Yet, cancerously controlling the tide

Sensitive too early, bitter too soon
Always waning and waxing your dark side

Still lingers your wave that consumed me

And drowned every inch of my insight

Now your gravity pulls a new sea 

And im healing my hands full of frost bite 

July was an illusion, your heat was bold 

I was concussed with confusion, when summer went cold.

Sonnet #2 

I think my muse died the day that you left. 

We tried on new language, it was fluid 

You threw out your words but your letters I kept 

A name wasn’t enough, we both knew it 

I think that I cried when you took your first steps 

And we saw the remnants in the sewage 

No time for goodbyes, I saw the last breathe 

It was me with him that was the nuisance 

I think that I died on the day that you left 

I remember us holding too tightly 

To a version of you that needed to rest 

And a version of me that was frightened. 

I think my muse died the day that you left. 

You threw out your words but some letters I kept.