Waters embracing,
foam screen draught.

Reflecting galaxies,
shadows, cloud craft.

Nebulas surround,
brush colours palette.

Rainbow mirage,
imbibe histories ballot.

Peace and self justification
Is all I seek
Amongst the racket
Of this corpse house--
But all I find is noise.
I could shoot myself
For second guessing this all,
But what's worst is knowing
That it's not a guess.
I know
That I will only ever
Be your heat.
Who's to stop me?
I hate the taste,
But I love the buzz.

Notice we always want,
what we do not have?
Mostly its money,
recognition or such.

Or, it's what we missed
or left behind.  
We pine for the
should have been ours.

Selfishly.

For we ignore,
this great gift.
We simply overlook,
what reflects in the mirror.

A unique collection of cells,
a grouping of thoughts,
living.  An unnatural state,
by rights, it would appear.

So maybe we should
instead consider ourselves,
unbelievably fortunate.
In simply living.

Before you fall in love with me
You should know I won't love you back
You'll spend every hour of everyday loving me and I won't return it
I'll kiss deeply and roughly and even ******* like never before
But love will not be found
For I have been broken by men
My love has been stolen from me
Please know it will never be found

From heart string to heart string
We tug and we pull
We rip and we tear
Only with heartbreak to spare

From fist to fist
We swing and we punch
We hit and we miss
Only with bruises to bare