I am sorry for all the mistakes
Should’ve done all it takes
To stay with you, now I’m sipping on this Hennessy
The addictions have given me a new identity

Should’ve stopped ******* with the drugs
But it was difficult when all your friends are plugs
You were always telling me to get away from them
Remember trading a Peace-Tea for **** in chem
Always concerned why my eyes were red
Told you I was just up all night because I was in my head
I was telling the truth, but I was also high
If I quit the drugs, you would’ve been with me through July

We always argued and made up every two months
Only had one good month, we agreed on one thing for once
It was when we thought we needed space
Switched from your hugs to the addictions warm embrace
I made a mistake of doing drugs in the first place
Thought the drugs could take loves spot, they couldn’t replace
Instead, they brought in more and more addictions
I think I might need some help to stay sober, it’s just a prediction

Thinking I probably should’ve healed before I told you
That I liked you thinking I could start new
A past girl really ****** me up, ****** up my head
I should’ve stayed with my friends that night instead
She treated me like garbage and started my addictions
Tried not to put the juul up to my mouth, tried restrictions
She ****** me up before I met you, she was a mistake
Left my heart and mind in pain, they ache

Still have that lover boy in me, but now it’s overwhelmed
We don’t trust anybody when they show us affection, feels weird when being held
I was and still am an anxious soul that’ll get worried over anything
Tired of anxiety telling me what to do, tired of it ruining everything
Start to wonder what I do wrong in relationships, telling me it’s all my fault
Why can’t my mind shut the **** up, it’s abusing me and that’s assault
I get too attached to people and that’s what gets me hurt in the end
After our feelings are done, I got to act like I’m okay, I have to pretend

I am sorry for all the mistakes
Should’ve done all it takes
To stay with you, now I’m sipping on this Hennessy
The addictions have given me a new identity

my body was once a temple to Daphne consecrated,
got razed by your sinful touch,
an ingenue bearing the grudge.
ephemeral eudaemonia, sempiternally anesthetized.


crimson substance will gush out from my lips,
running down my ******* and hips
it will splatter my ankles and thighs,
retracing the marks of the night you eroticized.


same old scars were once covered with epidermis,
petrichor smell, decorated with the salt of my tears.
backsliders will cry at my vault, murderers won't go to court;
left with a soul reduced to the coagulation of common thought.

Under dictators

it is unpredictable --


what the past will be.

the engine hums for the call of the small constellations
that twinkle when catching their gaze up above
the lone biker chased the fading road with no warning signs
which is an endless line where time intertwines
both delicate and cruel to unravel
through the shadows that creep in the darkness
memories start to stir in a spiral motion
the old withered echoes whispered in soft voice
sounds of laughter, love, dreams that where once bold
have now became fragments of a folk story being told before
the throttle twists tightly in disgust
leaving the tires to burn with smoke rising
a path started to appear soon ahead
and with an uncertain turn the lone biker rides through hours
that blur and blend within a mixture
a journey past leaving a road to mend
with each mile questions began to float in the air
questions of who they are
and who’ll be there waiting for them
the past was a weight that for sure can’t be shed
and yet forward pulls where souls are lead
the silence sings of battles fought
where moments are lost and lessons taught
the future was a road to the unknown
but with each rev there was a realization that they aren’t alone
in the rhythm of the ride
they soon find a solace in the shifting winds
the past was a map of twist and turns
and so the future awaits as they return

Slow burn towards that hallowed kiss,
The months it took to take you there.
Like hope itself upon your lips,
Such joyful lovers bliss.

Short term passion in that fragile time,
The years it took to leave you there.
Love's regret entwines our lives,
So powerful broken ties.

Tom Lefort 2025

Fish and waterfowl,

swaying algae in the shapes --


of statue remnants.

you've returned
to my shore
like the tide
wanting more

my mind
fast asleep
sees your face
as we weep

my chest
dully hollow
in your absence
I now wallow

I've returned
to your shore
like the tide
wanting more

your grasp
holds on tight
chained wings
can't take flight

hand in hand
****** mess
but numb hearts
don't break less

we've returned
to this shore
like the tide
needing more

She remembers
when the light
was filled
with silent ghosts.  
They would flicker in and out
in the cigarette smoke  
of the theater,  
each frame
an ashy wisp,
a burnt offering.
The story spooling out
in the air
was a familiar one.
The  sentiment
caught in her heart
and  made her cry.  
  
Years later,  
she went back,
after the smoke
was banned
and only the light
was permitted to filter.
The ghosts  
talked to her, now-
but it was no longer
a sacred thing.
There were profane words
and the noise hurt her ears.
In this night  light  
there were no  
familiar family faces.
Everything was clear,  
startling new and strange
and all the colors
too bright  for her eyes
to bear.
And it was then
she knew
she would die
in this nightmare dream.