I don’t need your pity flirts.
I don’t need the charm
that melts off your lips
like ice cream on a hot summer day
right off the cone.
I don’t need those eyes of yours
judging the shape of my body,
sizing up my insecurities and shortfalls
like I’ve got no place to call home.
I have plenty of love in my life;
real and genuine and always present.
I don’t need you to feel
like you can do your community service here.
I am not in need.
I’m not alone.
I never was, and I never will be.
So, I don’t need you.
Never did, actually.
"I love you Winter!"
Those are just the idiots
The smarter ones pretend to be real
Talking to me and befriending me
Suddenly, a hug.
I don't want your love
I'm not your cute little loli
In fact I hate the oranges on my chest
If they weren't there, could I find love?
I can't leave the house without it
Reminders that I'm a girl
Wouldn't a real woman love the attention?
Wouldn't her breasts feel like they should be there?
Wouldn't she want to be a lady?
Wouldn't life be easier if I wasn't?
Moon is flirting with sky, and
When the night gets darker
Their love affair is caught on fire.
To prevent men’s gaze, confirming her religious
Conviction, she wore a veil-black as ink, dark as coal-
No man could henceforth lust after her
Driven wild by the sight of her skin. Jump her.
Strip her. Fuck her! She drifted forever like
A ghost, an object, a hollow shell.
Only her husband saw her beauty.
And after him, another.
The institution of marriage demanded
Cloaks of invisibility, walls of ubiquity, anonymous
Submersion into gender.
I kissed the
of the prettiest,
of my class
as I proudly
to my desk
for a short stay
I'd never noticed
I knew what I signed up for the minute I kissed your lips
I signed up for long nights texting you
And wanting you to be with me and not her
You knew what you signed up for the minute you kissed my lips
You signed up knowing you were going to end my relationship of 2 years
And guilt constantly circulating in your veins
We knew what we signed up for the minute we kissed each others lips
We signed up for a night of wild hot sex
And always craving the other person
I knew what I signed up for the minute I started to straddle you
I signed up for always feeling bad that I caused you to cheat
And knowing what I was doing was going against my morals
You knew what you signed up for the minute your hands went down my pants
You signed up for days and nights of flirting
And trying not to show your fear of it getting out
We knew what we signed up for the minute our clothes came off
We signed up for sleepless nights of texting
And always thinking about each other
I knew the minute I signed this contract that our friendship would end
I knew this contract would make me swim in guilt but not care
And I signed it with my best pen
You knew the minute you signed this contract that I would begin to feel so bad
You knew this contract was going against everything you believed in
And you signed it so beautifully
We knew the minute we signed this contract that what we were doing was wrong
We knew this contract outlined all the sins we were committing
And we still signed it
I have only known you for a few hours
How are we acting like we are best friends
Harmless flirting since we both knew it wouldn't lead anywhere
I know a few people, that tell me they are terrified to talk to you
Sure you put up a tough girl look
Those people fail to see your heart of gold
You walk around with a sense of confidence that is unmatched
Your laugh is intoxicating
I had you laughing throughout the entire day
Whenever you saw me your eyes light up so brightly I could see my reflection in them
You even chased me when I walked away
Scratching and begging for my attention
I became your addiction which didn't have a fix
I thought my feelings were gone,
But I guess I was wrong.
Freezing when you walk by,
Wishing you were by my side,
Looking away when I know you're there,
Because there's nothing anymore and of
that I'm aware.
But lately I can't get you out of my mind.
Everywhere I go, You're in my sight.
Can't you see it's destroying me?
The Piano Bar
It’s every so often, more often than not.
I go out.
I used to sit home quite a bit, read, clean bits of this and that.
I’m used to being alone…more or less…I just now
Talk on the phone.
There’s magic in me…but there is in everyone else.
My hearing is lousy, but I can see all the tricks.
Years ago, I was soft and sweet.
Like a fresh towel just out from a warm dryer’s heat.
“It’s never too late.”
That’s a lie.
40 is not the new twenty
Menopause will not wait
Our bodies will die
And our hearts will stop,
But until that last beat
I know how the story ends,
But, I am a sucker for a good cry.
So buckle up and let’s take a ride.