please do not tease me
with pretty words
and beautiful phrases

i take them in
like a parched man
scampers at the sight
of water

i marvel over them
much like humans admire
sunlight through
stain glass

and i cherish them
like a mother does
her first born
and hold them
close to my chest

do not tempt me
with kind words-
i'll start falling
as soon as they
fall from the
gap between
your lips

he told me
he'd fall in love with me
and once in love,
he'd woo me;
like all pretty girls should
be wooed

and although the offer
was sweet and alluring
in soft decline,
i shook my head
and i said

falling in love
with broken girls
only lead to
heartache

it pains me
because i would never
would have believed
you'd be the one
to break me

it hurts me
how i let you in
as easily
as you chose
to leave

it scarred me
when you'd go around
and call me beautiful
but treat me like
nothing special

it wounds me
that you didn't
have that audacity
or courtesy to say
goodbye

but what pains me most
is the melancholy
amounts of poetry
written all about you;
all for you

i let truth bleed from my heart
as i sprawled words across the page
i let my secrets out in riddles
in hopes that someone will
understand what i have to say

with her head in his hands

his forehead touches hers as he stares
into her eyes,

silent and unmoving
       with that arcane look in his eyes.

he's done it so many times before,
and not once
could she ever figure out
    why he would look at her like that.

And, before she can say anything,
  he p u l l s away                from her.

his hand lingering on her head
    for a second before
       walking away.

"good bye."

sighing, she watches as he walks away;

a familiar tune playing in her mind
  
    of lost dreams

               and broken hopes.

i remember late dark nights,
you'd rest your head on me
and ask if you could fall asleep
as we walked down empty streets -

fake glares and sarcastic tones -
'am i that idle to be referred
to as nothing more than an item'
as you refer to me as a pillow

soft wines and pouty replies
you'd rest on me anyway, but
baby, let's be honest;
i'd be your support any day

autumn scatters
red and orange [ leaves ]
across the sun-kissed fields
that set all the trees ablaze  -
with the crisp [ fall ] air,
the leaves detach themselves from
the only safety they knew -
[ and ] they do [ so ] without
the hesitation humans have.
[ do ] we have to worry about
what waits at the end of a free fall -
much like a falling leaf,
[ i ]  don't worry about what is to come