When I want a piece of you back,
But you're nowhere to be seen.
Each bite of cake,
moves through like the seasons:
Winter, summer, spring.

Move and cut
Its no rush
Confectionary
Pouring sweetness
Trickling tickling
Beat in
Heat expiring

Sticky Caramel eyes
Morning wake

*******, frozen
Stricken with strife.
Somehow in peace,
Is this my life?

Grandiose historical
Fridge Friction.
Yet, hope jumps up
At our intersection.

Think of the negativity.
You have to let go.
Eyes like ice,
Melts as river flows.

Just business
Not personal
How are you today?
Impersonal

Pretty words
Not justifying
Pettiness

"It's for you"
Really, for me.

Button that collar
Fight for the dollar
Hold on
And breathe.

A shudder, a slide
Streaming down my face
I am a small ****
Caught in this rat race

Oceans wide, waves,
After waves that wear me.
I just need some air
To breathe.

Pulling at strings
Zigzagging, entwining
Fingers wrapped up tight

Constant blinking
Path striking and everlasting
Imply left or right

Stomp, clack, shuffle, thump
The foot hits the ground
At first only tweeting
Not another sound

Burning heat
Soaks through the skin
A Window opens
What lies within?

Each step forward
Another back
Can’t shake this feeling
Hug, break, defend, attack.

Speak up, unclear
Silence and me.
Awake but dead
Pieces of me spread out
Into darkness.
To Dread.

Repetition, full of pride
Expectations by my side

Push and pull
This rope did break.

Cycling does cost
Lover, lustre, lost.

Slick and hot
wasteful heart
self-sabotage

This lapse
love in contrast
This won't last

Close your eyes
and consume.
Found amusing,

a choice.