Spring time morning sun
Warming my back,
I got lost in the pages of hello poetry
A gargoyle perched on a step
Unmoving, hesitantly... statuesque

A northern mockingbird took rest on my foot
A moments respite from beating wing
And gravity defying flight
My poor heart jumped at his sudden touch
And my foot ****** up and away
Those unexpected scratchings
My coffee cup flying

The mockingbird was no better
All grace and glide destroyed
Frantic scrabble of feathered pinions
Escape from this simulacrum come to life.

Now, From his new purchase he examines me
Suspicious eyes, blaming.
An oddity such as me. And I him.

Needless to say, we both barely survived the encounter.

If someone, you trusted the most betrays you.
People blame you for trusting him "Blindly"
and also quote "Trust No One".

But have you ever seen anyone pointing their fingers
at the person who betrayed you, looking him in the eye
and asked him why would he do that to you
or how dare he betray you or anyone?

No! right?
I feel, the people, the society encourages this betrayal and the betrayers.
If anything such happens around you,
stop giving free pieces of advice and
stop backing him(the betrayer) up.
You better warn the betrayer not to betray anyone
and also quote "BETRAY NO ONE"

What kinda foolish statement is "Trust no one"?
How can you not trust anyone?
So everything you do is just drama!
Acting like you trust him/her,
that's where these betrayers come from.
They are you, who sit silently when betrayal happens
You got to trust! Nothing works without trust!
Why is it, not trusting anyone even an option?
Let's say let's "BETRAY NO ONE"

They make me laugh,
They make me cry.
For any of them
I would gladly die.
I'd take a bullet
Right through my heart
Just so we
Would never part.
We were fine in the beginning,
Just a big circle of love.
I swore they were angels
God sent from above.
But as the years progressed
They started to change.
I had a bad feeling
Things would never be the same.
One went ******,
No one was safe in her path.
Things were great with the rest,
But how long could that last?
The crazy one, the loud one,
The one I consider my sister.
I found out this year
Just how much I would miss her.
A misunderstanding,
A stupid mistake.
I didn't know
How much it would take.
We're doing better now,
But it's npt the same.
Sometimes I feel like
My whole life's been rearranged.
Out of four I have two.
They've been by my side.
Around them, I know
I don't have to hide.
But, as i feared,
They're changing too.
Someone, please help me!
I don't know what to do. I can't loose them.
It'll break my heart.
I don't want us ever
To be apart.
But one's getting annoyed.
I can hear it in her voice.
She doesn't like the drama,
But this wasn't my choice!
I guess I have one
Who will always care.
Whenever I need her
I know she'll be there.
If she's not busy, that is,
Making promises she can't keep.
Then I'll have to deal on my own,
Crying myself yo sleep.
Don't think I regret meeting them
From what you have read,
Because I don't.
Remember, like I said:
They make me laugh,
They make me cry.
For any of them,
I would gladly die.
I'll hold them in my heart
For now until Forever's end.
Who are these people?
They are my best friends.

We were good.

While you were ****** and I was intoxicated.
I saw you through a Rosé tinted wine glass and felt your eyes caress me through the
Constant,
Concupiscent
THC haze.

We were junkies.

Sybarites on substances,
Addicted to lingered kisses.
****** on lust, wrapped golden.
Eye to eye and skin on skin.
Our altered minds in synchronicity.
Our bodies
pulsing
pulsing
pulsing
To instinct's beat, the almost thereness.
The best bit was always the almost thereness
while high as a kiteness because
After there,
Comes
Here and nowness
And

my mouth is dry
And your lips are tight
And you won’t speak to me.
So I try to ask you if...
But you shut your eyes so you don’t hear me and I know the answer.
You make me hate myself almost as much as you hate me so I know you’ll never love me.
But.
Your lips part in the coldest lie as we lie cold and lonely,
In the shared bed.
Sober and resentful.
La petite mort melancholic.

Me? Do I hate you too?
No!
I just don’t like you any more.
I’m not sure that I ever did.

Welcome to
The theater stage,

          Where we are
          Made of dreams

Just acting out
The scenes of life,

          With laughs, and cries,
          And screams

Until the final
Curtain call,

          When we will
          Take our bow

And wonder what
‘Twas all about,

          With no one
          In the crowd...

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