talk to my back
and tell me who i am
my face is a skewed target
aim your words to my spine
it won’t retaliate
if
you
are
quiet
speak of me slowly
as one would a wounded dog
my legs are gnawed to the bone
but my teeth are still as sharp
come no closer
i
will
tear
you
apart
throw away your help
your sugar-coated fearful guidance
take away the sugar and i smell it
caution     dread     judgement
i will eat away to the truth
i
love
the
bitter
scent
look down before me
my eyes are not your windows
they are mine alone
do not dare to peer into my home
i do not take kindly to trespassers
keep
to
your
own
i do not take kindly to trespassers
i am not your holy
not
forgiving
i am divine in my own rite
and you will find me a vengeful god
look upon my path with fearful reverence
and
clear
it
whether i cut through the heart
or the edges
ask yourself
who
lives
on
the
f r i n g e

When you wake up in the morning,
May your heart beat glad and free;
When you hopefully, as I do you,
Spare a thought for me.

Spare a thought for all the moments
We are yet to make,
Like the morning when in
each other's  arms we wake.

Spare a thought for all the times
We've made each other smile.
For all the times that we have made
Living so worthwhile.

Spare a thought for me,
For though it's not the time nor place.
I know I wake euphoric
After dreaming of your face.

When I lie in bed half-sleeping
With my day in front of me,
I say a prayer that God will
Let me my beloved see.

'Let me see his tousled hair'
I think,
'Perhaps his lazy grin'.
The one that sends me to the brink
Of madness, love, and sin.

Click
Thud. Thud. Rush.
Heartbeat, heavy. Blood pumping.
I can hear my pulse in my ears. Feel it in my throat.
Everything is frozen around me, and nothing exists.
Nothing but her.
Click. Freeze.
Eyes meet, but not with mine.
She’s staring at him with a feeling I know too well.
                                Longing.
Longing for him to notice her.
Notice her with more than just gazes and sugar-coated speech.
Focus.
I capture her eye-squinting laugh through my curved lense.
Frame by frame.
He must’ve said something funny.
Click. Freeze.
I see it in her eyes.
Her toes are always pointed towards him.
They stay, planted.
Firmly interested in his words.
Even though she always fidgets.
     Almost Always.