We’re the sun, blistered and basking - a million years left until we die out,
like a line in the sand, I’m drawn to you, a picturesque subtlety clouds my doubt.

Parting words, like storm-chased crows, shivering, mumbling bitter words about defeat,
there’s a secret word, whispered wishes regarding a life that’s more discreet.

Cautious trail, the tendrils of agony, take a minute to show your hand,
beaming smile, hidden cache of regression, two lies longer, with no legs to stand.

Chomp at the bit, enamored with putting together the pieces of my past,
stick around for awhile longer, I promise that this feeling won’t last.

The constant care of your dagger stare is suddenly no longer there,
decisions, incredible precision in a hundred lifetimes it wouldn’t be fair.

Standards collapse as lies and deceit make a sudden relapse,
pressure hooks its way into the calm, from eating with the king, and now begging for scraps.

A time for living, the here, the now - death detracted, distracted somehow.

Line up, live each life and take a number,
purchase each pleasure, a need for greed before our final slumber.

My fondest memories - hand-picked, and grossly misused,
a million moments with just one lifetime of happiness, that’s slowly abused.

A “final moments” apology, knees shaking, heart bleeding,
begging my essence, my fade out, my slowly closing ears ignoring your pleading,
A realization that came one lifetime too late - it was always you that I was needing.

Hypocrisy has a hold, burrowed into and making  home in your bones,
dictating orders, a voice shouting ****** as you live life from an unholy throne.

Place trust in-between delicate fingers, grasping, voice rapidly begging “I love you’s,”
let me go, as a parting gift you and yours take turns devouring my soul.

Live a life worth dying for, unsure if there’s anything past death and more,
a savage debate keeps raging, me vs. me as I bring myself closer to war.

Feet failing me now, a shell of myself as I step towards the edge,
my will is your own, shared thoughts of a better place, my pledge.

I scare easily, clinging to life like an Autumn winter leaf begging for change,
I scar easier, letting go of death like a sitting duck that’s just a step out of range.

Protect each precaution, steps in place to ensure victory,
we profess a lineage of love for one another, nothing more contradictory.

Heartbreaks sneak past our outer defenses,
even with all these default love decisions placed as post fences.

Hands clawing through broken dreams and a sunken chest,
take apart my emotions, put them back together, that’s what I hate best.

Vapid beasts with gnashing teeth are leaving bleeding and loving seasons,
hold your anger in, dial down your self-worth beatings,
now, no not ever is the time for petty reasons.

A coward, me, capable of nothing short of cowering in corners,
wetting myself and my whistle,
borrowing hands to cover mouths and their wicked whispers.

A prize, they say, at the end of life’s road,
“be good so you can pass through Heaven’s gate,” we’re told.

But there’s a here. A now. A broken road that needs paving,
I’m a sucker, a sap, a love story who’s final pages need saving.

A guilt cloaked in laughter as a drug to numb the pain,
“Here’s another joke, another laugh” - a distraction tied to my name.

Monsters have migrated towards the center of me, my heart,
pause awareness, crash through well wishes as a renewed start.

Tuck and tug, form me in the shape that your mind sees fit,
I’ll wait for you, a fraction of the time that it takes love to finally quit.

A humming lullaby, quiet storms existing and advancing,
your pleasure is to pursue, dancing around direct questions that I’m asking,
a sophisticated sneer is hidden behind the wall of a smile that you are masking.

A thirst for sacrifice, freedom poised in the form of enslavement,
onward, forward, no looking back as feet trek miles of pavement.

Grip a gun, words steady a flow of rubber munitions,
take a stand, open wide, as each side prepares their grievance to defend their positions.

Swatted down, taken back, lucid dreaming not as free flowing as it’s seeming,
smile stale, vacant eyes are the way out that begs for a beating.

Picture this: picket fence, fresh coat of paint covering the wounds of war,
each brush stroke, vibrant, brighter and hiding what the truth is for.

A minor nudge, a major steer, placed in the wrong direction,
subtle lies are building walls and piercing shields meant for protection.

Crumble then and crumble now, this life is unexpected,
hold my hand, tear out my heart, please show me how we’re connected.

I spend my nights alone, sipping coffee playing sad songs on repeat,
I refuse to face myself, the perfect mirror, as that just admits defeat.

You’re a hero now to some who wish that the forever end would come,
close your eyes, if only forever, a small respite that helps me succumb.

Realize sooner, rather than later, that maybe you’re not the one,
place a hold on this life, as realization sets in that I will not be outdone.

You are my sun and my moon,
brightening my day and a reflection of night in the afternoon.

A hanging smile that cripples doubt, catapulting love towards eager ears,
Distressed days, with no mention of completed youth,
heavy  marks, crossing off days and counting down years,
a hanging head reflected in a polished mirror that only speaks truth.

Restrain your disdain as you slowly blow kisses in the wind,
unlatch our hands, let go and slowly unwind so that we can sin again.

I want to smother your smile with words from the wise,
a heartfelt apology that only serves to disguise disgusting lies.

I know that there’s a want, an unexplained need,
it’s so easy for you to just open a hand and watch me feed.

Temptress, oh you make such a lovely noise,
standing still, waiting to strike, so elegantly poised.

Trace each trait of this burning, stable, family tree,
Let’s love what we love and just let each other be.

Hands wringing in tepid anticipation,
marking braver words as a means of simple distraction,
you reel me in with a love long lost, keep me quiet, a beautiful reaction.

Like potted plants placed in the shade of life’s yard,
I die a little more each day until life plays its final card.

Stars staggered, making way for something big, something more,
I listen close for whispered words when the shouts go ignored.

A warning, a tremble, a subconscious grievance of time considered,
a time not forgotten by a trusted touch that only you delivered.

A handful of stones unturned,  pleading, rough around the edges,
ourselves a display of dedication to each other, a sign of our pledges.

Let’s close our eyes and gather all of our unused wishes,
cling to hope and do our best to ignore the malicious.

Teeter totter on the blade of passion between death and struggle,
caution poised in the form of living as I expand, and step outside of my bubble.

Stay with me as I empty out my visions to your listening ear,
make me a better me as I admire your reflection, my dear.

You stole it once, my racing, beating, bleeding heart,
now piece it back together as the world’s words tear it apart.

A gruesome view, entitled to let eyes see what they seek,
you use compassion, fits of wonder to restore me, as a way to be unique.

I love the little things that concern you about me,
let’s just stay here, holding on to one another, and let it be.

I’ve been told that dead men don’t tell tales,
but even worse are those that live and scream out truth through their wails.

A bleeding heart stored on the cusp of each evenings glow,
I clap my hands at this life’s end, such a terrible show.

There’s pressure planted at the base of each kings throne,
A different taste, desire and let down for something more homegrown.

A rupture in space through the waves of one heart mimic,
harder and harder to face life’s twists and turns by trying to set unreal limits.

I picture time leaned back, relaxing; testing its own struggle,
A few more breaths, here and there, is what I’m trying to smuggle.

The end of days has a commonality with that of a dial tone,
Both are calling out, trying to be heard, but ultimately die alone.

Evicted emotions are the envy and the end-all of the wax and wane,
forgive and forget so that in the near future you can fall prey to the same.

Disregard feelings like a dusty souvenir sitting on a high shelf pawn shop,
Push on, take names, and whatever you do, never retreat or stop.

Regurgitated fears as I choke back free flowing tears,
taking another crack at your misguided attack has set me back fifteen years.

Using your wit, a bit, you must admit has helped you climb the ladder,
but wholesome, and truthfulness, no, that’s an entirely different matter.