fatigued hope
weary steps.
ultimates--
   in surplus
" . . .do what's right."
dreams discarded.
times tried.
keys found.
years lost.
casts made,
casts kept:
hearts broken.
lengths paced.
parts on a limb.
"do as good men
   would!"
omens and murky sighs.
time will draw-in soon--
future becomes
   yesterday
where are YOU?
where, the dreams . . .
.  . . your paved face?
   (d. November 07, 2017)

One more taste,
Love.

One sigh
And I knew you were a waste.

Tough.

I crave your scent,
But you repent us.

Shame.

I am the match to your flame,
Your icing on the cake.

Mistake.

You have no choice,
Silly of you to think twice.

Nice.

Now you lie,
Wet in your tears.
Trying to hide away from your fears.

As your fear,
Is you and I.

Fine.

I guess i'll keep you with me,
For life.

there was a moment in time
when death sat beside me on a park bench
and he had rested his hand on the gap between us

i,

too,

rested my hand there
and brushed my fingers against his

and for a chaste moment
i savoured the warmth of his skin
and intertwined my hand with his

but he stood up

and left

and maybe he knew,

it was for the better.

TW: Self-harm
•••
I’ve never looked as good in diamonds
as I have in red. Blood:

a string of pearls around my wrist.
Crimson lace—garter caressing thigh.

Diamonds don’t shine in sorrow
the way steel does.

This is the first day
This is the Monday  
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love

Signs that meant a little
And signs that meant a lot

Turn them into everything, everything I got

We chased the night
Chased him down
Made a ceremony
In a room in a town

Signs that meant a little
And signs that meant a lot

Turn them into everything, everything I got

Outside, the emergency services are calling in the morning light
And no story of love of heartbreak I can recite
I can turn around, another day
But that wouldn't feel right

This is the first day
This is the Monday  
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love
Of my love, my love, my love

I don’t want to be a princess.
I prefer to be a wall
or a shoulder
that some one can lean on
I don’t want to be spoiled
I want to
fight
Get dirt on my clothes
Clean them
search more
fail more
know more
see everything
Try everything
I want to share the road
With some one
Running not carried
I want to look behind
And see MY footprints.