Here I am
now armoured
swinging my
broadsword
Come at me now
(pointing at your heart)
"Which limb can you afford?"
You know me
so well
You assumed I'm dirt
but can't you tell?
I'm better than that
I'm dirt mixed with tears
baked in the Sun
now just as rock solid
as your own moral fears
I drink
(like a fish)
I smoke
(like Ash Wednesday)
I even still
gasp
have... S E X
with my bloke!
My river of sorrow
compares not
to your puddle
you've still not
understood
how to sidestep,
my ocean of Joy
is bigger than
your sky
but, I bet
that one day
when you aren't looking
I'll still be standing
while you are on your knees
cupping your useless nuts
just sooking!

Consumer of hearts,
You eat them alive.
They beat as they trudge down your throat.

Your prisoners
climb and attempt to escape.

You are ruthless.
Cold-blooded.

I should know.
You have mine.

Trying not to let the ocean drown me
Trying not to let the sheets smother me
Trying not to let the fingers strangle me

But it doesn't seem to matter what I do
Where I run or hide doesn't seem to help
Because no matter where I go
No matter where I look
Everything is out to get me

A poet in love
Is a match soaked
In gasoline.

-r0

we're just friends
and i don't know if you
know about i feel for you
but if you do
and the feeling isn't mutual
please just pretend that you
don't know anything