Dress that can feed a village
For a hundred years.
Pompous talk, cocktail cheers.  
You wish she’d choke
On her caviar.
Your very best, always subpar.
Palace to house a single soul,
When you’re scrounging for
Coins to live off the dole.
You cringe at the sight
Of other’s success,
Secretly yearning for their distress.
Why, oh why, should I settle for less?
Their life’s a luxury, and mine’s a mess,
Even with all my sins confessed!
Envy corrodes the purest mind.
Cataracts, leaves you blind
To the riches you yourself possess --
Family, love, and health in excess.
And all along you never knew
That those you envy, envy you.

The marvel of space
Is that much of what we see
Are snapshots of fallen
Wonders of cosmic creativity
The beauty exist in the moments
Almost frozen in relativity

That in the night
Looking up into infinity
Standing on this blue world
Nothing is as it seems

Fascination consumes me
The very idea that this instant
You or I are in constant motion
Hurtling through space and time
Galaxies exploding through
All that is and ever was.
Star systems racing around
This is paradoxical

To be stuck in a moment
Gravitated to the gaze
Of this divine universe
While simultaneously
Speeding through the canvas
In our own piece of the marvel

I sat down for a drink
With the catalyst of my suffering
Remembering the ages
And the eons in between

This time roles reversed
Power which eluded me
In the niavity of youth
Returned to  its proper mantle

But I know all too well
This dance with the devil
So I've resisted this temptation
To crash and burn

i am aching and my tongue tastes like your
******* ignorance. like salt with *****,
i want to *****.
your fingers prodded me until i thought they reached my
spine.
take the pieces out, i have already lost the stability of my
own canvas.
you are a man with unshaken wrists,
who's legs known only how to walk away,
your speech like writing on pavements, never lasting for
too long.
once you had covered me head to toe with marks.
bruises. scratches. i had become the rag doll.
you threw while your lips shivered,
your hand on my throat no longer felt like
peace.
i cannot stop thinking of your fingers in me, searching for
a lie, or a truth, or a ******* resemblance.
nose breathing in the fumes of tears, sweat and mistakes.
for some seconds, i had believed your teeth wanted to chew out flowers,
not ******* thorns.
in the morning, your face, i no longer knew.

you had become the monster i had seen so many times before.
the monster who says i miss you yet can't
look at you in public spaces.
the monster who only calls you beautiful when your legs are wrapped
around him.

i have known this monster. time and time and time again.