I am not a pleasant person, or even really all that nice.
Instead imagine me as the broken glass you backed over and now are left with a flat tire.
The one black sock in your load of whites, staining the fabric in shame.
That annoying buzzing in your ear that never goes away.
The wall you stubbed your toe on in the middle of the night and screamed, "*******!"

I am not a Sunday morning
or even
a Friday night's lay.
I'm a Monday, 5PM traffic hour just waiting to flip you the bird.
I am the gum on the sidewalk which you happened to step in.
I'm a disaster.
A train wreck.
The red stain on existence, that won't ever come out.

I'll never will be any thing like, a simple smile. Or even a timeless wonder.

I am the darkness that dances in the light.

I am me.
Unpleasant and really not that nice.

these days
i don't miss you
because
you are
running through
my mind
all day,
you said
you won't care
about me
then
why the hell
YOU ARE
EXPECTING ME
TO MISS YOU?

There are times, when you want to cut-off from the world.
And there are times, when no one's around you to hold.

There are times, when you've a lot to say but words fall short.
And there are times, when you've nothing at all but you still have to talk.

There are times, when you're strong enough but too scared to fight.
And there are times, when you're weak but you do what's right.

There are times, when you feel like crying but tears don't fall off your eyes,
And there are times, when you're happy but can't laugh as a friend next to you cries.

There are times, when you don't want to reveal the secrets buried in your heart,
And there are times, when you want to share but nobody's close enough to be a part.

All I want to say is, I could have lived through all those times,
If you had just said, "I'm with you sweetheart, so everything's gonna be fine".

I used to pump iron
deep in the heart of Texas.
where Meredith shined
like Waco,
the twisted cowgirl
with red braids
& wore rattlesnake Justins.

when you feel as
useless
as a white crayon

all you have
to do
is to find
that someone

who prefers
black paper

Regrets are nonexistent reflections
Of possibilities
That were never actually possible

They say that hell is an eternity
Of fire and damnation
But at 4 AM
When sleep eludes my advances,
It only sounds like the description of my own mind

Life is temptation,
Temptation beckons coyly
With the promise of heaven often
And I've got nothing
But a come-hither smile
And fragments of fragile lace left

The best you'll ever be able to do is look
But
Never
Fully
Taste

I am much too far from redemption
But consequences,
Fail to prevent your inevitable fall

Seldom have I ever felt remorse for my lack of "grace"

© 2014 Peach

Dear Ruler, how long is the word love? Is 30cm long enough to make her scream for more love?