you:
of the liquid eyes,
(liquid is fickle
just like your eyes)
of the soft touch,
(the gentle caress
of a lover gone wrong)
of those kind words,
(burrowing deep inside
my soul for all the
wrong reasons)
of the sweet smile,
(it’s too saccharine:
the poison is deep in you)
and of the tender embrace
(of course,
i am just a silly girl,
how am i supposed to know
the deeper meaning?)

Traded talent for
joy. Smiles over wordplay.
Mirth for redemption.

Too blunt for metaphors and
double entendres are two-faced.
Please say what you’re trying to
say; don’t hide behind your
clever words, twisting and turning around like vines.
I’ll just come out and say it-
I (h)ate your soul; your pure, pretty soul.

it was first year when
you chose to **** with my head
intimidation was my weapon of choice

(I lied, this isn’t a haiku. but you lied to me too. *******.)

A lack of inspiration, of yearning
to write poetry. Desire, where have
You gone? My ambition wilting, dying,
Waiting to be reborn, need one to salve
My insecure heart. Perfection is lost,
Hidden in my humanity; Realized
I have discovered joy, but at what cost?
Moving in the wrong direction, disguised
as a bright new future, who am I to
Say what works for me or not? I am but
a child, groping through the darkness. Flew
down the stream of confusion. In a rut
For years to come; I’m trapp’d. Stuck in a cage;
This is my own doing, my lack of rage.

The strangest things remind me of
You.
blinds masquerading as
typewriters
And the look of
insecurity
I knew so well on your face

(but it’s over and forgotten now,
like the forbidden kiss we
never experienced)