And… one where I’m tooting my own horn. No, not like that, you pervs.

I mean...you can sip cheap ass booze if you want to. But I'm vintage wine

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You Should Come With a Warning

Packaged and labelled correctly is what you should be. Large print, embossed, engraved with indelible warnings of impending plummets to the ground after tripping over that carefully placed foot in my way, smashing my all together, well guarded face and already cracked and fractured heart to pieces (to be fair, you kindly mended that heart,... Continue Reading →

How do I love

I see selfless love pouring forth from these old wounds which always pop up as metaphors for bleeding hearts and darts that left scars so deep that pierced me so mercilessly that when I sleep at night I cry as I wonder why I am in this trench from which I can peek over the... Continue Reading →

Sigh

I'm used to missing you this much. Accustomed to your absent touch Accepted your absconded kiss (My longing knows to press "dismiss") I'm used to loneliness And tears This deafening love in ringing ears. I'm used to waking up sans you And used to feeling heartbeats-blue I'm used to pain of missing part of  my... Continue Reading →

Within a Metaphor

I sit within a metaphor, It holds me in its mind. I pour myself a glass of hope In love songs that I find.   I sing a verse of stolen time, And kiss the notes goodbye. Intoxicated on a word Of summer in your eyes.   I cry a tear and watch it burn ... Continue Reading →

In another place

The stars give the moon the kisses she needs to look down on us in this other place as we stay there in the moonlit sunset of fate's warm path in which I am forever young with you in love with you and years do not tiptoe past us because you know, time pauses between... Continue Reading →

Embrace

When closing my eyes to the noise and the din, of the molten hot turmoil that screams from within.   I place myself softly within your embrace, and allow scenes of daydreams, this storm to misplace.   We sit on a shore where the only sound heard is the hushed whispered waves and your silken,... Continue Reading →

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