i believe we were meant to fall in love
the way a hurricane is meant for destruction
or the way rain crashes down mid-winter

we were meant to destroy each other
the way two young hearts do when
they collide with the force of destiny

S.W

WHY ARENT I OVER YOU ITS BEEN TWO ******* YEARS
YOU DONT EVEN TALK TO ME ANYMORE                                
YOU DONT EVEN ******* CARE ABOUT ME                          

YOU MADE THAT CLEAR WHEN YOU DECIDED DRUGS WERE
SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT THAN BEING THERE FOR ME    
YOU MADE IT CLEAR WHEN YOU HAD YOUR                              
TONGUE DOWN HER MOTHER ******* THROAT                    

SO WHY THE **** DO I STILL CARE FOR YOU                                
AND THINK OF YOU WHEN YOU PROBABLY HAVENT                  
THOUGHT OF ME SINCE I LOOKED YOU IN THE EYES                      
AND TOLD YOU I NEEDED YOU

AND YOU WALKED AWAY

S.W

I'm always so cold
if I could just kiss you
one last time, I know
that the fire inside of me
will be ignited so bright
that it'll burn for the world

s.w

you were a poisonous boy
who fed off girls innocence
and once you’d fed, you spit
them back out stripped of all
innocence and esteem and
let them out into the world
broken, battered and bruised.
just like you did me.

s.w

Today, I accidentally spoke to a stranger.
Seated at the round table with my laptop,
I stared at a couple speaking my language.
He caught me looking, and seemed confused.
I was embarrassed for staring
so I explained, "I understood them-
there aren't many other speakers that I know,"
and quickly looked back down.
And the feeling of regret welled up inside me.
It was far too late.
I can see him staring at me, now.
Burning holes into the back of my screen.
For a second I thought he might have been mute.
Why stare at me so hard without uttering a word?
I'm not wearing anything particularly interesting.
He must know that I see him in my peripherals.
What if he really is mute?
Maybe he needs some help?
Should I look up? I can't.
Why not? Because that would mean
I'd have to speak more.
You shouldn't have spoken at all.
I was embarrassed for staring.
He should be embarrassed for staring, too.
I hope I didn't "speak his language."
He probably isn't even looking at you.
We're the only ones at this table.
He keeps looking up from his book.
Maybe if I look at him quickly I'll know if he's looking
at the empty billboard behind me instead.
I just looked up.
He's looking at me.
And not a word was exchanged.
Now this is that much more awkward,
I'll never look up again.
I'll just pack my things.
And never speak to strangers again.
But wait...
what if he knows me?
What if he's waiting for me to recognize him?
I don't know him, I'm sure.
He won't stop staring.
I close my laptop
and see my motley stickers.
Some with writing, some with pictures.
Sigh of relief.
Just my stickers.
I'd look, too.
Packed it away
and went to class.
How silly was I, just then?
But I still won't speak to strangers, again.

I will not die for you
Woman fey of flesh and home,
I linger but to see you unfrock
The holy, set rogues to roam.

Why should I thus be consumed
In breath like coldest fire?
Shape of rising waterfalls
That state, I surely do not desire

The downy *******, the runny skin,
Spark of cheek, notes of hair in shower,
The gliding step, the gusty tone,
Fools have died for much less a dower.

The lancing pools, the hemlock mien,
The highland sheen, the dawn-bird voice,
The Safire eye, over step of pyramid
Merlin gave Arthur a safer choice.

I will not drown for you,
Flood of hair, red as the lye
In parted Jordan, that sea, not me,
Shall pine as ever, slowly dying.

Your healing humors, your subtle sovereignty,
Your blood, noble as seven-seas are blue,
Little mirror who paints the sky,
Though nearly, I will not die for you.

He follows a win, shoddy as tin,
What a week, one sorry victory
And tales to be strewn, too thin
His climbing hill, a pyrrhic story.