You have to go. I wish you never existed. The thrill of you is not worth The ache. .Weeks of wishing for you And I have you without Having you. … Continue reading Traitor

You have to go. I wish you never existed. The thrill of you is not worth The ache. .Weeks of wishing for you And I have you without Having you. … Continue reading Traitor
“You make my heart beat like the rain Surround me Hold me deep beneath your weight And every night my mind is running around her Then it’s getting louder and … Continue reading Maybe it’s not a Crush. Maybe You’ve Just Figured Out what You’re Looking for.
“You wonder why you make girls cry My mascara a mess, harsh words for your princess Boy, you and your promises If your goal was to love, you scored an … Continue reading “I can certainly try” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 3: The Saga Continues)
“And another one bites the dust Oh, why can I not conquer love? And I might have thought that we were one Wanted to fight this war without weapons And … Continue reading “I can certainly try.” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 2: Analysis)
“Tears on your pillow will dry and you will learn Just how to love again Oh my weeping willow Let your leaves fall and return Oh darling the seasons are … Continue reading “I can certainly try” is a Bunch of Linguistic Bullshit (Part 1)
I am a penny blacked and scraped flat, like the bottom of a well dug hole, rusted by life; Bureaucrat, heart working by rote, who cannot get back courage or … Continue reading Two Sense
I have pushed, plied, & pried Your features: Rolling flat your edges With Emotions, explanations, & elements Which were never yours. I have cobbled into existence a chimera: Three dimensional … Continue reading Unrevealed Man
“Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom. You don’t have to be swept away by your feeling.”—Henepola Gunaratana It’s been a troubling week. I’ve skipped a lot of meals. I’ve cried … Continue reading “I’d certainly like to.” is not, after all, “yes.”
Am I an empty cup? Or just a cup with no bottom? Nothing seems to fill me up: Pouring in Summer, feeling Autumn.