If Love is a Drug,
maybe
I'm actually abusing you?

Softball game recap:**
We went down swinging...
                
unfortunately,

                        only figuratively...

I never know how far I'm supposed to
run to satisfy you
to placate you
to silence you.

I never know how hard I'm supposed to
sweat to drown out your words
and keep the venom from pouring through
the cracks in my heart too wide to
cement.

I never know if I can bleed you out of
my system through the broken skin
of my calluses torn off by my own
desperation.

-trj

I have no camera
to capture a moment worth memory.
I do not fathom notes of symphonies,
nor can I serenade you with songs unsung.
I have no spices for a delicate meal
or recipes to make food dance on your tongue.
I possess no fabric for fashions to come,
and I am not chiseled in style of Grecian gods
in order to show another’s cloth.
I offer neither paint to spread on any canvas
nor pastels for paper’s surface.
I cannot act as a different person,
Or write you a play that may induce ovation.
I have no story in my head,
waiting to be ink on a page
or scenes in a movie.
I only have my ill-favored voice to be heard
And these words to be read.

I feel so useless
Feel like life has evaporated because
Someone left me out to long
I feel as though the shadows move
They watch me
Follow my steps in wait
I may be collapsing but
There resides a last bit of strength
And I don't give up
Not easily.

I don't like you.

There I said it

To be civil you'd have to be

Something a little more humane

But your like a demon on the hunt

And I'm feeling like a slayer

I can't stand you

You cause damage

Create lies

Tear apart and try to destory others happiness

You shall no longer invade me

I am now hunting you

I am rising above the status of prey

Get ready to be slayed!