My skin fragil and smooth
Muscles toned and tight
Stretched over bone
My heart it beats

Fast and hard
You lay beside me
You tear at my skin
Down threw the skin and bone
My muscle is no threat
You go right threw that

Deep to my heart
Once there you collect

truth be told,
I am not that bold.
It is a jab into my eye,
a reality full of lies that my mom blames this distress.
Hold on, I can't tell black from white. Might as well be blind, I can predict even the scenic route that people doubt. My whereabouts are no longer in a crowd, standing with witnesses is unhealthy for me.
I want privacy, isn't being alone key anyways? Who is to care
if I write "Beware" or just  stare. In the end, there is this sentence left to bare. Always interpreting the language I so rarely speak. Energy may flow for others, but I am not a plug one can spark by lousy remarks.

he was a storm.
he came rolling in at unexpected times
he made my skies dark and drenched me in my own tears
he caused a commotion inside my mind and then he would disappear
like nothing had ever happened.
he caused destruction of my mental state and I wondered why for God's sake
he ruined everything in his path and didn't even bother to stick around and see the aftermath
he put out the fire inside my heart
he left me in the dark
like nothing had ever happened.

This evning you took me out,
Opened the jar
Called upon me, me not the others!

We went out and I realized this is different,
I'm yours but only when needed
I'm not the brightest star to you.

Across this vast place there is another who stares,
Tries not to be obvious, he is new.
He sees it too

I see you stare at her, while you hold my waist
I'm sure you'll give her a taste as well...

All to soon it's time to go
Back to my spot in the galaxy you call yours
My jar, my shelf, mine...

i once met an old
man
who did
sudoku
with ink and
pen

black or blue
it didn't
much matter
one way
or another

so long as
it was never
pencil
he despised
pencil on
principle

on those rare
occasions
when he'd make a
mistake

he refused
to cross out the incorrect
integer

i asked him
why
one sunny
summer day
and he told me

that we can't cross out
our choices
or erase
our mishaps
we can only
turn the page

and on he went
to his next
puzzle