Truths were talked
truths were texted
worries rang my phone
my worries rang yours

For a year
8am through 4pm
my cheeks ached with a brighter smile

For a year
8am through 4pm
parked car therapy session consisted of us exploring our thoughts in winter along with the warmth that your truck comforted us with

In your car
late night sleeps with you consisted of your cologne
dreamy and sleepy
With you by me

4am
let's go home

my silent whisper,
....I love you best friend

my gentlemen,
fresh and smooth,
led by your hands and feet to join you in your musical beats to dance

time was out of sight and out of mind
carried away by our moment

Another day, anticipated
What is next?

Late night dinner
with your fresh printed patterned shirt along with that clean cut beard and smooth edges

I,
with dresses showing every curve, smooth black hair, cute painted finger nails you like to pick at and hold

carried away by our moment
ready to travel the night

For a year,
temptation crawled our minds
words were never spoken
our brown eyes knew what it wanted
shy maybe?,

biter liquor brought us courage

early morning,
hung and stunned
by courage

Late night drinks
"I don't want this to mess up our friendship"
"you know me more than anyone"

Could I... Be the one?
Is he... the one ?
I feel it in me

your pocket rings

and that moment

...POPS...
.
.
"Hi babe"

****** out of the trance
8pm felt darker  
space felt compacted clothes felt tight
heart shattered
throat knotted

For a year
my truths spoke
my truths texted

For a year
she had you
you had her
and you

..had me

A beautiful face will age
and a perfect body will change
but a beautiful soul will
always a beautiful soul.

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.

When I ask for
the innovation, you
lob the moon.

Glass and sand
in your eyes, melt into
kisses. There was no
other way.

You cannibalize my
poems, make a statuette
and wear the pendant.

You stone a wall
of paper. Why did it
carry the names of
failed gods?

You watch the stream
of tears feeding the red
poppies about to be
slaughtered.

My little black cat
lies at the foot of my bed;
as I sleep at night.

my ***** secret
moral intoxication...
addicted to him