It's bittersweet dear,
pleasing you with these smiles
so warm and empty.
We're safer this way, so I'll
keep swallowing the words that
you don't want to hear me say.

No agony is greater than the yoke
Men fastened round my love
Her lines they bounded with metres
Her flow they have blocked with patterns and rhymes
Her end they constrain with rules
I crave the freedom to paint her as I deem fit
She's born of my thoughts and feelings
Sorrow would be less so
If there were rules to grieving
I'm breaking her rules

You ignite my heart
like a ray of sunshine
after the morning
drizzle

Those who feel it don't want it
Those who want it can't feel it
There lies the balance
Within the wheel of chance

Wake at 6:30
Drive to work
Rain
Traffic
Trump stickers
Hit a pothole
Spill coffee
Arrive late
**** on your fly
Life

My tears are dried up
like the rivers in
harmattan

They are sealed
in the inner sanctum
of my soul

Now, you must cry for me
for I've no more
tears left