I'm just a frame of reality,
painted by the harsh brush strokes of life,

Black and white;
the grey areas are just the many things
I don't know- or try to paint over with just my words

                                         I'm just a poem!

Willow branches,
a basket case kind of person with messy hair
Feelings gone in the wind,
by the time we're clearing it out, and masking
up, whenever there's a hint of love in the air,

But you still don't have a clue,
rhymes, rhythm, and riddles; usually the questions dancing
around, to feel the same- but not a correspondence of the two
You and I, trying to see a poor connection,
while ringing up the reasons on different area codes
and on disconnected Wi-Fi. What's there for us to do,

When you smile so crooked, on the straight and narrow,
speaking so loosely of yourself, and being walked
over by people with loose shoe laces- they're just a blunt arrow
You know the type; that never really get a point,
but would score any chance of making you their girl
To try and fit the two; love and trust. But they're just
blowing smoke in the wind, of a social joint,

Still I've know many trying to gain love with a cheque,
ticking all of the right boxes just to do it
And I heard one of them bought you shoes
with that fake Nike check,

So nowadays, you just give people that sour face,
pulled as a fool, that you choose to pull your face
And any sweet nothing, has a bitter taste in the end,
a misleading ***** intention, and you're now this
bitter ugly mess.

Our lives are made by the corner;
there's a few ballsy ones with ***** intentions
And I tell all of those kids to wipe the dust
off their nuts, and stop doing too much

The horses aren't any stable,
as with good wood;-
but he ran out of trojans

All the set remainders; the remains
of ourselves left on our skins
Nothing was in vein, being under your skin,
and these less than said words, then after
Caught in the wings of butterflies in our stomachs;
as I was tickled by the beauty of it, filled with laughter

I feel out of time, out of my mind
with you out of my sight
In the glimpse of so many hers, how I'm
pointlessly looking for pieces of you in such a plight
As I remember all of the times, I was stuck in your eyes,
to the rise of that ******; I had nothing to say
But my breathless gaze spoke in bold, and you gentle
hand resting on my chest was a simple enough reply

Tucked away in an embracing, your bracing touch
wrapped around my heart- I kissed your shoulder;
To ease the weight you had to carry of my insecurity,
purely out of a form, of me not wanting to conform

Why your ******* were hard before
towards such a softie like me,
Aroused my curiosity, in it's mischievous means;
and a hug where I misheard your wish after you bit me ear
I found it the only excuse to hold onto a past behind,
grabbing onto your rear- a tight squeeze!

My pants felt tightened inch by inch growing
and stuck to the fabric of my Levy jeans
A stain I know I'd be cleaning for days,
by all means; I meant not distract you by this
quick response in my genes-

I haven't been touched the same,
but being felt by others who I barely get to recall a name
To put a face to all of the kisses I have left to give,
I can't face the truth of imagining your taste on their lips
Cold kisses of a Lip ice kind of kiss, still not the same as
yours, but I still often wish

                                      ...sigh, I won't even end this
                                        as it reminds me of how everything ends.

To play in the keys
                 of love; a scale
                               that flows up
                                                   and d
                                                           o
                                                           w
                                                           n

She was a chorus to me, so catchy to the ear,
                                   but of course grew so annoying
Played so often, that I often felt it was out of key

                                     Flat; as a bare chested experience
                                                      ­ having a heart trapped in a cage
Beating away all the many breaths,
       wasted on uttering those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,

                                           "I love you you"

           As so easy to say, what words a mouth can form
            ironically is the mouth so too to perform,

An act so alike to a scripted literature play,
to an audience, a perfect scene, unseen by the curtains fall
                   The applauds drumming over the despairs;
                                         but to these despairs going unheard


            We are all like cattle in a herd, drove to insanity
       to instantly say those wicked words in
such a cliché beautiful phrase,


                                   "I love you you"
                                       "I love you you"
                                                     "I love you you!"
                
                                                                ­                            ...but why?

I've seen a colourful world,
in her tie dye eyes

Around someone's neck; holding onto her,
my hand being like a neck tie

Her ears were full of bullets,
of so many shoot your shot pickup lines

Only kissing a few; but some wet kisses
are just lips licked so well, to lubricate their lies

As we've all wanted to say we've been in love- once,
even if we loved someone for only a time

From the trenches of our many past hurts,
digging into each's heart, to say they were once mine

To the friendly hugs with foes, we try to forgive,
seeing all those we've loved before; giving a public smile

Many times sending out advances; not always delivered,
learning that the quiet ones attract a lot of attention- a high profile

In this curious scent of love always in the air,
I wonder if we still feel like floating aimlessly in the meanwhile

    I mean,

I've seen so much before, heard it all, felt the after of a fall
said so much I can't recall, and it all stank like a stinkball

                                         ...when I was in love five years ago.