like I pick the lint
off my clothes, sporadically
and intentionally.

I pick fights
like I chew gum, in wads
blowing big bubbles until it
gets hard and dry. Then I spit
it outside.

I pick fights
like I pick my nose,
stealthy, leaving
it bleeding and needing
a hanky to go!

Are we tethered by a weathered worn,
A leash, a lash, a love that's torn,
Why this end, we pretend again
Kiss goodbye, regrets and pain.

her smile has a sharp edge,
like a knife through his chest.
and the cut's getting deeper
as he tries to get closer,
but she keeps him
at an arm's length.

there's a chance of falling apart,
but instead he's falling in love.
the more she draws back,
the more sacrifices he makes
to be worthy of her grace,
to finally conquer her heart.

her laughter has no end,
like a sunset wrapped mist.
and the fog is getting thicker
as he tries not to get lost,
as he never wants to be found,
dying to stay like this.
chained with weightless ropes,
always by her side,
when the torture is most welcome
and the suffering is pure bliss.

do not be afraid
to imagine happiness
after you wake up