the perfect mistake
doesn't come into your life
as an ugly thing

oh darling, it's like
warm fire on a cold winter
heating up your skin

it's like finding this
oasis in the desert
quenching up your thirst

it even comes as
human presence on sadness
candle in the dark

the perfect mistake
never regrets hurting you
and will eat you whole

it's thought-consuming
like a passionate first kiss
creating daydreams

fulfilling wishes
like shooting stars in the sky
or is it your eyes?

comes as a surprise
the kind that leaves you breathless
filling the spaces

the perfect mistake
won't come with horns and tail but
as this boy you like

How did I end up here?
Plotting schemes of revenge over
late nights and countless coffee cups?
All because I couldn’t say no one or two
or three or eight too many times,
because why not?
Because age is just a number baby,
so why not hop in my car for a ride
that you will never forget
because you will regret it for the rest of your life.

Just like I regret you.
And every kiss, every touch,
every text, every late night that I
stayed up waiting on a FaceTime call
or for you to pick up the phone
but you couldn’t because you were too drunk
and I was too irrelevant for you to care
that I cared about you.

Because you entangled my thoughts
with silver woven lies that I heard as truth,
and I wouldn’t know the difference
because I don’t know what truth sounds like
and neither do you.

So how could you be to blame?
Lying is your nature,
like spiders ensnaring insects or
lions on the hunt, you prowl.
Searching for your next victim; your next prey.
Well there she is,
primed and ready for the ****.
As once was I, for I could not run.
I was caught in the hypnosis and
lure of commitment and feeling
Until I got my wake up call
from golden, chiming bells.
I was able to see the web
in which I was caught.

And when confronting you about your
spider-like ways, you denied
even though the guilt seemed to
emit from your eyes like
an exit sign telling me to
GET OUT NOW
because I still could.
Because it wasn’t too late.
And thats how I ended up here.

Why is the shadows considered evil
When the shadows are as important as the light
As darkness is the absence of daylight
Just as Daylight is the absence of dark

Why is a hero considered pure
When the hero is just as murderous as the villain
As the hero is in the eye of the beholder
Just as a villain is only villainous to the victims

Writing always seems more urgent
When it's written in italics,
Even when the topic,
Is rather mundane.
Consider this example:
I like to eat sandwiches

Furthermore, everything
Seems much more urgent,
When written in bold font,
We revisit the example:
I like to eat sandwiches

...and a step even further,
Writing seems absolutely
Crucial when written in,
Bold font, with caps-lock,
Once again, we recapitulate:
I LIKE TO EAT SANDWICHES

At this point, it seems as though
I am imparting unto you matters
Of the utmost severity, that could
Be the difference between life and death,
...but really, I just like sandwiches.

This amuses me.

A wise man once said:
“Wrong life cannot
Be lived rightly” [1]
Many become aware of
This fact, but rather than
Taking action, they instead
Resign themselves, to
Hopelessness and despair,
As doubt rears its ugly head,
Asking: “what can one person do?”
All the while, neglecting the fact
That this world overflows with
People who are just like they are,
Each of them “just” one, and
Each alone bearing the same burden,
Indeed, on the back of “just” one,
This burden is crushingly heavy, but
On the backs of many, it becomes
Lighter than a fallen leaf
Adrift in the autumn breeze.