you satiate me
completely
and I wonder why
at three in the morning
I can't fall
asleep
when I'm not even
in love
with you
or the thought
of us
but you satisfy
the cravings
and desires
of my physical
and emotional
needs
and I can
never be
what you need
and by the time
the sun rises
I understand my own
disguises
maybe
perhaps
I could be falling
in love

You were the daughter of good intentions
The queen of innocence
And now
you shake the leaves from your hair
You haven't gone anywhere
but down

You are the daughter of broken promises
The queen of masquerade
And now
you wish the basement wasn't so dark
You try to think of a last remark
but can't

You will become the daughter of pity
The queen of melancholy
But now
you will realize the leaves were your crown
You will plant your feet in the ground
and stay

your reasoning falters
it alters
it fails
your opinions
they matter
to you
and none else
your pride is weak
it's bleak
and it's sour
and this is why
we don't care
for your power
your reign?
it's a game
played in the dark
no lights for kings
no last remark
time to revoke
your rules
we call jokes
because in the end
this is what
you've provoked

Faint smells of him
stain my clothes
& now & then
whiffs of his
cologne
catch me off guard
& suddenly
my mind aches
to smell him
in my bed
on my body
to engulf myself
in him

Senselessly,
I've fallen
for some uncertainty
The cluelessness
I feel
is equated
with sedation;
and the seduction
in those
perfect
green
eyes
make me
yearn
to learn
your entire
physique;
your entire
mentality
To explore
depths
even you have
forgotten

Perhaps we have no control
of our destinies
that all our choices
are preconceived
and if we are to
make the wrong
indecisions
they all lead to
similar conclusions
and choice is merely
a delusion

Oh King of
mixed signals,
could you once,
be clear?
Your red light,
green light,
yellow light
are all on
at once.
Causing traffic
on the interstate of
my mind.
Backed up for hours,
your red light,
green light,
yellow light
are all on
at once.
Stay.
Go.
Slow.
Oh King of
mixed signals,
make up
your mind.