My thoughts are sporadic
scrambled messy things
Mischievous and sick
flapping broken wings

Darting to and fro
scurry for the dark
hiding in my shadow
before I can remark
to try and save her,
him, them, they, or me,
all are hurt when they occur,
my thoughts that is, you see

They jump to fast to see
from topic start to end
searching for the sad me
the me that's not your friend,
and when they tell me what to do
and when they tell me what to think
I'm terrified not even you,
could save me from the brink

Yeah, my thoughts do really stink
and it's hard to clip their wings,
But then sometimes when I think
something beautiful they'll bring

They said, think about it
One last time
I said, I've had enough
I have moved on

Your eyes can't lie
To say that you have moved on
is a bit exaggerated
They said

I realized
I've been livin
in a big chunk of denial
all this time

I need closure
we need to talk
This time, you must participate
Cause it turns out that
Making peace with myself
Just wasn't enough

So
Here we go again

one.last.time
I promise **

Do you remember
Long ago when
we were children.
You tripped me up
In the schoolyard
and I grazed my knees.
You stole my
Halloween candy stash
From my locker.
You copied my math test
and got me an F
When we were in high school
You told my new
girlfriend I was gay.
I married you last year
If that's all you wanted
Why did you not
Just say so?

My request and desire
Was for you to use my face as a seat
An insatiable hunger
Your southern lips
I wanted to eat

Tongue flat against your flower
Taking my ability to breathe away
I have given you the power

As things get more intense
I put my tongue inside
You pull my hair and push
My face you begin to ride

Your sweet nectar is flowing like a river
I can feel your thick juices
Running down the sides of my face
Pressing hard, you begin to quiver

Pleasure maxed, I push into you
Feeling your release
Brings me satisfaction too

When we are through
You taste yourself as you bite my lip
Into sated sleep we safely slip

I will cry because the sun is setting
The advance of age
A fire catching
I used paper as the kindling
Its a fire out of control
It burns us all
Heart and soul
It burns us all into the ash
I should sing to you my setting sun
But inky tears will fall
A lonesome sob
I could beat upon an instrument
A drum of earthenware
But its only brittle dirt
Its only dust
Becoming us

I cannot sing
My empty soul
But I can hope
My tears are music to your ears
I cannot sing the pain I feel
The pain that's real
From loving you
From touching every part of you
My sighs melodious
My laments significant
My hopes through all my fears
The sun only sets to rise

Let the sun rise again
Let it rise over us
Let it be the light
Let it break this darkness