she picked at the pieces
like petals off the flowers
letting them fall to
the ground beneath her
knowing the truth –
she wasn’t enough
‘He loves me?’ she asks
the petal answers, ‘He loves you not’
- The Dalema, 10.25.16
I loved you a thousand different ways
But you left me
I’d love you a thousand more
If you’d let me
To settle for another is tempting
I’d die a thousand deaths
Just to feel less empty
- The Dalema, 2016
The cologne you used to wear
I went and bought that kind
I couldn’t help myself –
You’ve been on my mind
I sprayed it on my pillow
And then laid my head down
For a second you were almost there
In your scent, I could have drowned
On an inhale, my heart skipped
Caterpillars became butterflies
But then on exhale, a sad reality
Only pheromones – a chemical lie
She gets my life and my home
In the end she has your love
So tonight I’ll spray this on my pillow
But tomorrow I’ll wash it off.
- The Dalema. September, 2013
I could smell your scent
Like a trip I never had
And every time it left
I wanted to go back
I’d stare into the sunshine
Like the sparkle in your eyes
And when the sunset came
I’d pray for the sunrise
But starlight had me staring
I wish I may, wish I might
Hearing waves, tasting salt
Swept up in you like the tide
- The Dalema
I was broken before him
I’ll be broken after you
Maybe broken is my beautiful
And I’m meant to stay unglued
- The Dalema (10.10.16)
The Dalema 