you love me
my rise as well as my fall
and,
i hate you
cause you think you know it all

no longer surrounded by descriptive words
the kind that make you find a place in research
the kind that spark that acute sense of anger
because, as you know, you lack the knowledge to comprehend.
no longer surrounded by mixed emotions
the kind that make you stutter
the kind that spark the mouth's defense mechanism,
because, as you know, you lack the free will to hold back.
no longer surrounded by fancy titles
the kind that make you hope for escape
the kind that spark that ever so familiar, peter-pan syndrome
because, as you know, you lack the prose to get away.

fragments of ornaments adorn my January floor
still lingering in the rafts is the scent of pine and pie.
because, really, there is only one silver lining to lost leaves

she was the bow tie to his three piece suit,
always, aiming for the neck
while finding a way to pull it all together
painted in anger and decorated with stripes

******* on the ground, socks on the duvet, mouth on his head.
boxers on the floor, shirt on the pillow, beard in between legs.
two numbers, making one
hopefully making none after you ***.

I curl my toes with initiative,
roll my eyes back to see my own thoughts,
clench my knuckles for fear of losing grip,
This heart racing against the mind
in the marathon of events
only seems to catch spurts of energy,
whereas,
the mind turns gears at a robotic pace
a well oiled machine
working the inter-workings of this devious feign
so it seems,
love is more of a flickering flame,
however; no matter the wind,
lust burns at a pace all the same.

fine prints and wine stains
vanilla scented candles and smooth jazz
pretty glass table,
scratched by party favors of Friday's past,
do you prefer red or white in your glass?