Thick, pink pads of fingers scratch at her back.
Affectionate touches? She doesn't like it like that.
A grimace, then smile that she thinks looks real,
It doesn't crinkle her eyes, he knows how she feels.

Kicking the cat off, to the shower she moves
she doesn't shave her legs anymore for you
or buy the best brand of food for their cat
because it's their cat, she doesn't like that

Soft, annoyed sighs and loud mewling cries
he pours it a dish of her inferior food buy.

The cat knows the difference,
and scratches a little more deep,
asking for sustenance that tastes a little better
than dried, cobbled scraps cut from bad meat.

She wants to want him, she wants to want back,
He stays because he wants her, and knows she wants that.

Unfinished business lies here and there and everywhere
All it needs is a wet napkin/better communication/glue
We broke your pupil,
the black has leaked into your iris,
turning the blue to black into
one is now purple and bruised and
a small fissure of the black is escaping into the whites.
I'm be sure to staunch the bleeding with
some insulation or sawdust or my finger

Broken focus with broken dreams, everything isn't always what it seems.
It's a faux facade, a selfish show
I look back and see I did not grow
Look at the reflection,
all you see is the beauty in your strong jaw.
Hold it with your strong hands. You look strong.

If you appear to be strong, do you eventually become strong?

People with lean and depend and take shelter
with and under your jutting cliff,
your face turns to stone, your body; stiff.
The drizzling sizzling acid rain is your fault.
from you taking too long of showers or not taking the bus
This       will become your drowning glory.
Those    that have taken shelter have taken root,
they      will help hold you steady,
they      will absorb some tainted rain like it singe.

But you can see their silent screams in the brown tips of their hands/leaves.
They are suffering from your mistakes,
seeking shelter under you from your acid rain through your completely selfish strength.

The salt is taken with the sugar, taken full in stride
No word or sound could ever take your mother's brother's pride
The trick is in the shimmy that gets you through the door
Getting naked under clothes, clean the bathroom floor
Slip the key and turn the lock
Tell him you just forgot
You weren't supposed to visit the craig of his mind

The ink of your skin smells like sin
Of tangled legs and sheepish grins
Your heavy eyes tell me lies
Your neck leans, your shoulders cry
You've slept and fought and thought a lot
You weren't supposed to stay in the craig of his mind

You're new and used but news to me
A stag before you're now set free
Damp and twisted, your fur is mussed
Stamped and bothered, too much fuss.
You now wait in the dark crook of your sleeve
But by and by I have taken my leave

Meant to go so mean, my stomps weren't kind
I wasn't meant to leave the craig of your mind

She stayed up past dawn to make **** sure that the sun rose again.
He stayed up till the next day to make sure it would go down again.

Midnight is the high noon for the impulsive, they want this night right now.
When they both rise from the east,
they might regret it
they might not
They'll be exhausted, will they be exhilarated?
They've seen something others might rarely do, if ever, and for some never.
They'll see how our stars are someone else's sun on their someday or Sunday.
They've seen the horizon become the furious fiery frontier of a madman's dream.

He's drunk on cheap power and knowledge,
stolen from his father's wooden drawer.
Now he's taken too much, too soon.
He doesn't know where to put his hands,
slurring, his words, spilling as he stumbles.

With the *****, it comes up and out.
A force greater than he is prepared for.
His overeagerness was embarrassing, he and it are ignored.
Florid-faced and flushed, his shame and he retreat to suffer,
snuffed out, sniffling in the stuffy, stifling silence.
His nose, once up in the air, is now in the corner.

Now you know, baby,
learn to hold your liquor and your tongue.

If you don't want me,
don't taunt me
don't flaunt it
I don't want it.

I am curled around your back, you breathe out of your mouth
I slip an arm over the north of your shoulders,
my fingers trailing to the south
I can tell how you feel by the way your lips pucker
You’re just my friend, I am the sucker