Put your heart out.
It'll meet the chopping block.
Put your heart on the line.
It'll drip dry.
Put your heart somewhere safe.
Deep down, it'll drown in loneliness.
Put your heart in pure passion.
It'll burn with a crazed itch.
Doesn't matter where you put it.
Just be careful when you select the *****.

Sometimes karma
isn't so instant.
Even so,
I still believe,
sooner or later,
your ****
is going
to get you.
Keep it up.
You'll see.

My twisted flames of smoldering sinew wisps
can warm and heal, like an angel’s kind grace,
yet just the same,
I can burn with the slightest touch, like sharp thorns of a crimson rose;

Set your eyes on me, you’ll see.
The tips of my feet, dancing tenderly,
on instantaneous sparks, passion burning intense yet pure,
disappear and reappear, like gypsies allure.

As I am not but heap of ashes, at times.
And I wish him to know with what a mastery,
rekindled by his fiery persistence,
heap of ashes that I am, into scorching crimson flames, anew.

As I act as a medium
For conversations between lovers
I watch them fall deeper
And deeper in love

I watch as everyone around me
Falls in love ever so sweetly
While I am here
With *no one

You loved me like the
seasons and winter seems to
be where you’ve left me.

Regret,
Lingers like the taste of an old cigarette.
Regret,
The one thing you'll never let yourself forget.

i met you exactly once.
i was five and you were tall
and you'd brought me some toy
(stereotypically girly).
i've never played with dolls
and you apologized for assuming.
a week later
you sent me some legos.

i've seen you exactly twice.
the first, i barely remember.
the second i recall all too well
because my parents were crying
but my cousin,
your son,
wasn't.

i find myself wishing i'd kept the **** doll
because the legos you got me
were mixed with the others
a long time ago.