She says to me

These boys have no game

She shows me their text messages

And ridicules them

Really tearing them down

She wants me to flirt with her

Egging me on

Desperate for the

Attention

She reeks of it

She is 6" heeled shoes

She is a tight mini skirt

She is taunting eyes

Telling me to play her game

She is hot water

And cold showers

She is a tigress

A man eater

All in a young petite frame

I am just a big old ape

Trying to survive day to day

And I don't have time

To flirt

i poured my
heart
into a jar
with a
hole
in the bottom

i learned
that my heart
is as large
as my fist,
but that
doesn't mean
that it is
as strong

I thought I had a thousand words
Folded, like cranes, to gift you
My mouth cannot make their shapes,
They taste of regret, which
Unsettles me, you
Once as familiar to me as
The veins that decorate my
Wrists that I offered you, soft,
Meatless and vulnerable, I
Handed you a cunning blade and
Prayed you would not cut too deeply, or
Too casually, with disregard, I
Took my time in concluding that
A weapon must be passed, with
The blade turned inward, toward
The one who would be wounded most harshly, were they
To stumble and fall upon the cutting edge of trust.

you may be over there
and i may be over here
but at least we are under the same sky, sun, moon, and stars
& that may be all i can get

From ex to next
And every twinge of regret,
Or relief,
In between

There is a trinket,
A treasured nugget sunk
Deep in the chest
Of her recurring dream

A raw reminder
Of what might have been
Had she forsaken
The processed diamond
For that precious
Hunk of gold

~ P
(#HunkOfGold)
12/29/2014

and really, love is the absolute worst, is it not ?