It nerves me when you love me ‘cause you don’t.
I’m jealous when you tell me, “Never do
anything I wouldn’t” For then I won’t
ever wish I could not be with you.

I do not know the thing’s you do, but know
the things you say you wouldn’t even try.
If I had friends like you do, then you would go,
though you justify every single guy.

I cannot stand this double standard; love
should be a thing we share – not give. And take
my hand. I reach to fingers of
your giving hand, which gives me fake for sake

of your forsaken mind, which loves not me –
then who? – and does your heart? No – not physically.

distraught hands, wrinkle face, cracked out lighter
a fire used for smoking cigs and crack;
a burning which you are the only fighter,
but you like the burn, the empty black

inside your lungs, and organs, void of life,
but you are you, still moving, to – crash,
deteriorate, into roaches rife
with living. You are alive, but as hash-

marked-meat, a vessel for the vultures
yelling as crows, with anger in silence
and calm resentment, held with stiff sutures
like a dead doll, button eyes pulled for pence

or dime. Ordained as evil, you are human
I’m here to hear you cries, as hell is moving.

I’d love to give you truthful sentiment.
You’d take it as a ******* line again.
I’d love to lie to you to get my way,
and then reveal (magician-like) intent.
You never thought I’d have the ***** to say
not one thing of “I love you” (or the same),
but I avoid this loving lying when
you don’t believe me – think my words are lame.

You will not share in my false love, but I
can trick the brain, the heart, the lover’s eye;

though I refuse to play this trick on you,
though faking it is something we both do.

Together Lies and Love live in a home,
I doubt that Love’d survive it on his own.

I’d like to idle with you as a rock
but you’re the sea and moving constantly.
One day I asked to sit in quiet: talk,
you didn’t want to think, but crash and be

the ocean (thoughtless filled with life), a wave
(a moment on the shore, or rock away).
I am that rock; you taunt me, and i crave
to be the sand swept up in sea, to sway

in your finicky storm. I’m not a stone,
but the sand I wished to be. Your song
is hazardous, monotonous. A drone
of boats I cannot hear sails on.  

You are the silent siren, of the sea
who breaks all men from stone to sand ennui.

Hello lover boy, why don’t you take a look
at my new digs and help me change my socks?
I love your chest and arms, your rod and hook
it’s summer time, i think i’ll wear flip flops.

You can hook me, have me, and admire
but i’ll be flopping throw me back to swim
among the other fish, though on a whim
you were much fun at least more fun than him –
but cut me loose now darling; snip the wire;
I cannot breathe if we go much higher.

Ah! the splash is cool, familiar, soft
it’s free although, it’s thick and dark. I’m lost.

You cannot be my man, you fisherman,
I’d rather find my way alone again.

I think I have control by now; I know
you want me to instruct you how to love.
I lack the tools for idleness; I go
crazy when you weigh yourself above

me. I know you’re in the rink – I know you are!
It’s just my paranoia’s acting out,
and then I call you twice and go too far,
that’s just a macho, jealous, loving bout.

But still you love my fighting tender thoughts,
and look in our shared corner when you’re scared.
But then the jitters, stomach ties in knots.
No gloves came out each time an old love stared.

I do not care for who you used to love,
keep razor blades tucked in my boxing gloves.

I do not want to dance with you if you
are watching all the other people dance.
And though I’m not a dancer, no – it’s true;
don’t think about the tightness of his pants.

I know you want to kiss me, close your eyes
so you can feel the lips, the hips, not see:
this body’s moves and dips are not some guy’s,
but long for you, and all belong to me.

Watch me as you dance, step on my toes
just so I know your dancing thoughts are mine.
The ballerina in your head that shows
you spin with me – I think it needs a wind.

You’re not a wind up toy but love a spin,
take me for one, I’ve won; I want to win.