There’s something about your pale skin
blanketed with thin hairs that makes
me care to become closer, to massage
your ache, to make you quake with
relief; despite your disbelief
about my interest in you, I really do wish to kiss
your manner and bathe in the
cool vibes you emit.
I want to hit my brain for
silencing my heart, for halting
its beats when my eyes meet
your sweet and enticing
form; It’s hard for me to say
if I’ll feel the same as yesterday
in the future, for fickleness
has been in my nature,
though it is an unattractive trait—
indecision and impulsivity;
Contemplation is a proclivity,
a natural occurring activity that
sends too many signals to my mind
and I waste all of my precious time
deciphering true feelings from
conditioned expectations
However, I cannot deny the tingly
sensation my body rides when I look
into your mind
And I’m quite curious to find
out everything about you while
keeping my own mystery unsolved

True colors have been reflected
like glossy panels of deceit;
A palette of mixed aggressive tones
to paint a hue of hate;
****** images depicted,
displaying a forgotten world
of an imagination still sputtering on
A heart scarred for disbelieving the
truth with each stroke;
Empathetic swirls of long repressed
feelings, staccato marks the untraceable
A blend of emotions that leaves my gut
reeling, like pigments of color circling
a water-filled bowl

Insignificant this day has been,
which I predicted far ahead
So why do I still hang low
my soppy, untouched head?

Expect the unexpected, and
you shall never be surprised
How does one not expect what’s
expected to save one’s cries?

My expression dismayed,
my heart flutters not
For on my day of birth,
my mother has forgot

I do not deserve a celebration,
I have come to understand
Those close in relation to I,
I failed to grasp their hand

To take hold of what is false,
my importance and existence
If thy blood shall not think of me,
why exhibit anything but resistance?

The condensed pressure

of arithmetic has been

alleviated

Rain, rain, pelt my face

Camouflage the salty tears

trickling down my cheek

Every window of hope
    
  SLAMS shut

as if

I was never supposed
to sneak out

   and make you mine

I don’t agree with gravity
in this regard, for it is you
    who has stolen my heart

   and you covet it, unknowingly
    and instigate these flirtations
leaving me drunk with elation

No, it’s not just the alcohol
that leaves me giggling like a child
  
It’s that you and I,
are nearly the same kind
ultimately compatible
We see eye to eye,

but only one of us realizes

Step back, away from my zone
of comfort; your presence stands
my hairs on end, and I pretend
I am not annoyed, but what good is
subtle sarcasm and lackadaisical
tone when speaking to an outdated
mindset with little room left to grow
if the satisfaction of your reaction is
not delivered nor comprehended?