To live better for an ex, what an ugly sight,  
Heartbreak fuels change, day and night.  
Love's once gentle embrace,  
Seems so lost in this after race,  
While masks hide the truth from the light.

“I never really needed you anyway,”
Doesn’t that face dare to say,
But the mask covering your heart –
Isn’t that an ***** that has so much to impart,
Having so much more to say.

A sober thought to a drunkard's plight,  
Is like an insomniac’s dream of sleep in the night.  
Love's sweet embrace,  
Is nothing to a bird in a cage,  
As a wing that just won't take flight.  

A mind split in two; would be so strange,  
That finds no spare sense to pay for change.  
All things must weigh,  
Even as the world turns away,  
To call you deranged, out of its range.  
Live as you are made- to live with no shame.

This will start off as a less than serious write; but by its end,
it will come all right.

Bullet penetrating stares —observing everything just to leave the
world with another bullet hole. A tongue like a dagger slicing
through every word of speech; those in charge desperately trying to
keep control. You caught me off guard without my bulletproof vest-
my chest, covers over my heart with a ****** to protect my love.

I settled my debts in the rear of a fleeting romance – a partner I
needed to catch like a taxi on the street; though our paths rarely
matched – I had to read the steps to her heart as if it were a well
detailed and laid out map.

I walked by, bidding goodbye countless times – but I never truly
grasped this kind of love, I never had my hand in it; yet I played my
role by waving you hie. However, I must have misinterpreted what
you saw in me, mistaking it for a feeling that soared a bit too high.
Yet, it wouldn’t keep us grounded, we could be birds for the night;
unless you have a touch of fear when it comes to heights.

Just co-pilot for this flight – I’ll soar above your challenges, offering
guidance with my perspective’s oversight. Savour the flavour of love,
but don’t indulge too soon; you wouldn’t want to spoil your appetite
for the main course – save yourself an overbite. Misaligned; life may
start off a bit askew, but ultimately, we all seek that perfect match, to
find the right fit of being in love, with our Mr. or Mrs. Right.

My world is one where shapes collide — I act as a square that
seeks solace, but it’s forced to abide, through life's tight rings, it
strains to pass. Yearning for freedom, a lonely chance to amass.
A longing to think beyond the lines it knows, for a simple shift
—the means to a spirit, that it actually grows.  

As the nights call me softly, while days linger long, in the midst
of their familiar chaos, I must muster my song. While the burden
of now presses heavy and tight; slumber escapes me, lost away
in the night.

I wade through the shadows, each moment isn’t always a gem,
in this fragile ballet, still I cherish them – boxed in my heart; in
this life of a square.

Cherry-topped emotions – place those kisses on a curve
Back on the road; weaving through the flowing cursive
Nature of your words. You swear you don’t curse as often,
Yet I promise you, I couldn’t have heard enough as I’m
Shutting my ears each time you start to talk so rough –
Darling you talk too much.

Pin the blame on the heart; that mischievous *****,
But even more so on the tongue, that speaks in a rush
Racing to spill those hasty, biting out loud remarks
Yet I promise you, I couldn’t have heard enough as I’m
Shutting my ears each time you start to talk so rough –
Darling you talk too much.

Perhaps I entertain the fact, cos I love you too much.