I have no use for negative
e m o t i o n s
No time
No want
to feel hateful
I just don’t
because really, what’s the point?
it’s wasted energy
(as many things were)
And I was never the cynic
darling
When dyspathy surfaces
I try to remember
a past life
when your eyes held
Mysteries
not
S E C R E T S
When your lips smiled
coy, enamoring
before revealing
dangerous canines
When sentiment takes hold
I remember
Your naked thigh
HER
******* on the floor
next to the bed
like a scene from a movie
I didn't care to see
but watched all the way through
I bounce between these
counteractive ideas
until there’s a harmony
you’re not a wolf
she’s not a raven
you’re just two people
from a story
(faces)
obscured by time
Shift in perspective, forward motion.