i love you
Three words strangled in an alphabet
Butchered in a sentence
Mixing water with poison
I really thought you meant them
Defining the impossible
Defining what’s subjective
If dreams and nightmares coexist
Than maybe you were mine
One pallet, 8 shades of grey
Melted on two different canvases
Rose petals sprinkled in vain
Struggling to hide the pain
Convinced you need this air to breathe
An hourglass will contradict
Evaporate all that you believe
Three words a stranger to my lips
lust
I have love for you
But you have lust for me
So I close my eyes to you
And tease those who have eyes for me
A bathe in their compliments
Feed my confidence
But I long to hear those words
Only from you
funeral
Flowers in my hands
Ignorant of their purpose
Aware only of their beauty
Beauty; transient, fleeting
They make me sad these flowers
They catch my tears and hear my sorrows
I am witness to their funeral
As they are to mine
For every time they appear
My love dies a little more
Their giver, an apology
Sung one too many times
rusted armour
Didn’t you know
Your suit of shining armour
Would shatter at a finger
Didn’t you know
It’s all make believe
This kingdom you have built
Is nothing but paper
Nothing but a ragged cloth
Being tossed across the floor
Different shades of red
It really doesn’t matter
It never really did
It all bleeds the same
And there’s nothing
You can do
About it