Dancing on the edge of madness (poem)

I wonder how close to madness I can dance,

the threshold like a line in the sand,

in a high stakes game of tug of war.

And I feel it tugging on me,

a dance partner on the other side,

hand outstretched asking for one more.

And if I take her hand,

I will cross that threshold,

to spin and swing about with her.

Until I accidentally spin her across,

and she becomes nothing but paper,

leaving my mind spinning with my own words.

-Zero

I won't love you again (poem)

I won't love you again,

even as everything collapses.

For years you've been my coping method,

the best escape from myself I had.

When I was drowning

in the deep waters of the void,

you were there, a light in the black,

an angler fish in my depths.

I won't love you again

as much as you might want me to.

I will build a home in the darkness

just to keep you out this time.

Because loving you is just looking away,

as the darkness eats at me all the same,

and your love is in the depth of the cuts,

but I'm running out of blood to lose.

-Zero

Absolutely Smitten (poem)

“I have to warn you,

I believe in fate.”

I said as we stood in the doorway

while she played with her hair.

“Oh yeah?

What's that mean for us?”

She replied with a raised eyebrow,

her cobalt eyes anticipating my words.

“I could venture a guess,”

I answered with a smirk,

“but I think it'd be best

if we discussed it over dinner.”

-Zero

A sapling emerges from the ashes (poem)

I feel broken, bruised,

abandoned in a desolate wasteland,

isolated even from myself.

It's as if nothing could work,

as if I'm missing gears,

as if my programming is corrupted.

And yet I feel strong, renewed,

as if I've found an oasis

that was there all along.

Our breakup was a wildlife

that turned my home to ash,

leaving me alone in the darkness.

But a sapling emerges through the ashes,

bursting forth like a phoenix reborn,

as if the flames had planted it themselves.

-Zero

When you left (poem)

When you left,

our old bed was empty,

your side bare and untouched,

so I filled it with time.

And time brought with it

a quarter full bottle of whiskey,

and every book I couldn't finish

because it reminded me of you.

-Zero

Flirting with Possibility (poem)

I used to love cities

because they overflow

with endless possibility.

Millions of people,

each infinitely complex,

their stories intermingling.

But the romantic in me

has flirted with it so much,

I'm exhausted.

Who cares what could be?

They're just dreams of nothing,

the lies I've told myself...

-Zero