I want a white rose
Sharp torns
Long stem
Placed at the edge of her bed
I fell for her sultry essence
Violent love making
Sensual tongue that licked my neck
While her hips ****** against mine
Without shame using the lords name in vain
Im lost for words
She was my addiction i so willfully gave into
We released our anger & frustration within four walls
Finishing with our last deep breaths
Covered in sweat
I want her to awake to that white rose & long stem

I heard Him say…
“I do not favour anyone above everybody else, I favour everyone the same.”
And had to share it with you.

Smile and eyes make my day
Her insecurity ruins everything
Can't have friends because she jealous
Will hurt your feelings and controlling
She picks a fight when you avoid drama
You love her but makes it hard to live
Never happy with all you give
Belittles all the good you did
She is the ex hates seeing you happy with the next
You wish her the best say goodbye
There will never be a next time
She beauty external
The ugly internal

I pay no mind
To the sweet sounds what seems to good to be true
For what strikes the ears with the hope & imagination of a child is but a faulty promise
I wish i had a partner in this empty world
To see what is real
That life is overrated and a over due bill
You never catch up
So with my pillow Coving my head
I shield myself from the circus outside my window
I drown in the undertow of whats already meant
Losing the fragments that fragmented me as I sit
And died and then left
I father the broken
All the while im around the disused who bath in a toilet
Crossed fingers
Lazy eyed
Wondering to find there place
Let me gather my Daisies
Condemn the wealth that abandons hungry babies
And let me sleep in peace

I went looking for God
but I found you instead.
Bad luck or destiny,
you decide.

Buried in the muck,
the soot of the city,
sorrow for an appetite,
devil on your left shoulder,
angel on your right.

You, with your thorny rhythms
and tragic, midnight melodies.

My heart never tried
to commit suicide before.

I dressed my core in flannel garb
Even though its 90 out
Shaded my eyes with thick rimmed, large framed Ray Bans
Because I can
I’m wearing skinny jeans
But I bought them before they were cool
There’s a hole in the knee where I was burned with a parliament at a poetry club
It didn’t hurt
I spell Vintage U-R-B-A-N
My shoes look like I pulled them out of Fred Astair’s closet
Because I did
I am too cool to care.
But do not call me a hipster.
It’s too mainstream.

I want you to know that I miss you.
I want you to know that I have heated the coldest corners of my mind,
So you would have a warm place to sleep.

I want you to know that my heart still clings to your now wide-open palms,
my chest tightens when you pray.

I feel weak in the knees at the thought of you.
So much so that it gets hard to move

Sometimes

I stop dead, wondering.

I hope that you don't think of me.
(I hope that you do)
I hope that you know what you've done.
(I hope I never let you)

That we don't speak is deafening.
That I don't scream, a wish.

Sometimes I worry that my thoughts will grow so loud and desperate that you'll hear them.
It's loud inside my head.

But now,
even my words are whispers
lost somewhere between my lips and a million
gray
miles.

I could have said those words a thousand times a day
I could have screamed them at the top of my lungs

I could have dropped them at your feet between my knees
Until the the words wrapped the city surrounding us
Like a present.

But you still would not have known how much I meant
"I love you."