Sometimes I feel alone
not because I'm alone but because nobody
has time to ask me how I am.
It's always them I should care for, pamper and make happy.
I miss you because you were the only one who's fair enough to ask me how I am even on your worst day.

Now that you're gone, I'm back to my own. Figuring things out
alone.

your soft gaze in the warm sunset
your whispers of good night and sleep tight
your sweaty palm brushing my nape
in the midst of ache I can't escape

in the best places you took me
up north to that pristine beach
and south in that wild berry farm
You held me high in that roller coaster ride
covered my soles on the hazy salt farm

I loved you and held you near
You matched my dress
slow rocked my suit
and made grand my lousiest sporty top

when I chose you I had no second thoughts
when I'm with the others  
I still think of you

WE are like the best team there is

but then your color started to fade
your insole started flaking
in every stride
your tongue started resisting
to every run
underneath that slender vamp
you started hurting my skin
digging deep my big toe mound
sometimes rips it open and leaves it swollen

yet I still lingered in your warmth
declining the possibilities of giving up
for I got used to having you around
no matter what the crowd
didn't want us to part

staring at you
here on Our cozy bench
I ask
until when?

Oh my love, don’t be a dove.
Don’t check on me on Facebook.
My posts and shouts, my wonder likes
Don’t check on me on Facebook
For on Facebook I lie
I do not share my deepest sighs
I don’t post them like my pies
for people to imply

On Facebook I don’t say how I think of you
like an unwanted miscue
I don’t say how I wish you’d be bolder
and forget why you’re colder

Alas, there’s no more to discuss
for you had made a pass
because you just checked on me on Facebook

Pulse.
Pub dub dub on my knees
Cluck cluck cluck on my thighs
Rub a dub dub on my toes
traveling, the curious pulse

I'm not in the mood to sleep
nor in the mood to sin
the heavy mass of imaginative hopes
Popped off the bubble sack

Truthhammer
dug
deep
sharp
gulp
pressure-stricken
a heavy ouch

let me sleep
I won't weep