i hear the phone ring when
it doesn't, the door open
when it's locked, the
light switch flip when
it's off and i turn around and
look for you
still

I was told that the wolf you feed is the wolf that wins. I wasn't told that the wolf I starved would gnash at my upper left ribs and rattle me like a little *****. It's grown impatient. It's feeding itself.
I want to snap it's neck and strip it.
I want to burn it's remains and keep its teeth as a trophy; but there's no trophy if there's no champion and there's no champion if there's no fight and how the **** do I fight something that's inside me.

I was told that the wolf you feed is the wolf that wins. I wasn't told that there is only one wolf.

love is love
even though his heart does not fit yours

love is love
even though his hands were holding another universe

love is love
even though his lips never land on yours

love is love
even though his moon never back to you

and love is still love
even though
it
     was
             not
                    made
                               for
                                     you

(b.i)

I don't want you, I say
as I stare longingly at my screen for
a message to appear with a certain name
that does things to me.

I don't want you, I say
as the tips of my fingers tingle
and my heart becomes a drum,
the soundtrack to your entrance,
to the live wire my body becomes.

I don't want you, I say
as I surpress a cry
when your watchable lips mutter a bye
and I feel empty without a presence
of something I can't get myself to say,
is a pleasance

I don't want you, no, not at all
Not only because I can't admit it
(Too proud and afraid to say another person makes me whole
That I become needy without control)
But because that it's not true
I don't want you -
I need you, and
Owning you is all I think
I'm able to do