Lovesick

by Jasmine Gutierrez


I am wasting my time.
I should go quietly.
So that all my layers can become sheets of words,
Made from all the grief.

My thoughts are stuck on crime scenes
That only exist in the transparency of obscenity.
Smiling is medicine, to distant heartbreaks.
I do not wish to be seen.

My sorrow is as ugly as the sins that consume me.
I am not met at “whole,” unless you are with me.

Self-inflicted trouble.
Love cannot silence the
Dimensions of doubt in our hearts.

We blame others for what can’t be re-constructed
But it’s all a beautiful art.

We carry this thing called self-love.
But what we both know we are
Characters at our own game
Of “Love-vs. Trust.”

I’ve given up
I’ve had a little bit too much.

Pain is the trigger to all the silence and I’m wasting my time on a frozen tongue.

You’ll take all that is mine
And fragility will allow it
Becaue that means you’ll notice me.

I should go quietly before the sheets of words
Envelope you into this circle
Stirring of lust.

Smiling is medicine and I’ve overdosed on us…