i fell short of breath
or it fell before me
as i explored your temple
and your décor is quite lovely.

© Matthew Harlovic

you tempt me
with your temper
but i have a temperate
response to your tantrum
because a tempest like you
will attempt to ride tandem
if things do not follow through
like you planned them to.
  
© Matthew Harlovic

the day we first met,
you manifested your will
to depart from me.

© Matthew Harlovic

i thought the sun rose
and fell on your horizon,
i followed you like a shadow
but i wish i opened my eyelids
a bit wider so i could have seen
how much time i wasted
waiting for the ends to justify the means.
i loved you with every fibre of my being,
you kissed me like a guillotine
and i felt my breath fleeing.
i tasted truth on your sugar-coated tongue
and yet i should’ve noted how you eat your young.
you beat my gums with cheap talk
and sleepwalk about a bed of nails.
you raised questions so i read the braille
and i was amazed by the minor details you failed
to acknowledge let alone unveil.
yet you’ve shown a new face,
i’ve grown ail of your grace
and how you can encase
your faith by nailing it in place
but with love like a wraith,
you've always found a way
to circumvent the rays
and shine on my darkest days.

© Matthew Harlovic

literature offers an
immersive collection
of the past and an emerging
collective of experience.

© Matthew Harlovic

will the birds sing or sit in a string discussing theories on a wire?
too tired for repercussions from prior trials by fire,
so they pile the pyre and sing for the choir
while the liars catch wildfire to a dire count of 4-5-1
by a child with a drumstick instead of a thumb in his mouth.
you can hear the percussion through his stomach for crying out loud.
are the parents proud of this juvenile behavior,
have they vowed to reconcile with its nature?
are they beguiled by how it reviles exile
but every now and then goes the extra mile?

© Matthew Harlovic

i think* you want
the best for me,
therefore I am
and will always
try my best for you.

© Matthew Harlovic