The Man sitting in the chair...
colourful jacket...funky...
The one you call 'Professor'....
He's not a saint, He's made mistakes..
He's as stubborn as they come,
Pompous,arrogant,ambitious...
Maybe a millionaire...maybe not....
But He's priceless to me.

And while He's there...
please bear in mind,
He'll drive you to despair...
He'll flirt...He'll joke...
He'll smile that perfect smile...
But He'll help...He's generous...
Sweet....
He's totally aware of his faults...
and proud of what he's achieved...

And that makes him so human...
Handle him with care...
But beware,
He's my Muse...Mine only...
So,strange woman,don't you go
stroking his jacketed arm...
Not unless you can be Me,
the one that creates ballads
on Him...
Paws off...
He's priceless to me...

She asked him to stop. Her wrists reddening under his hold.

No

She asked him to stop. Her neck turning into a canvas of purple and red flowers.

No

She asked him to stop. Her body bare and shivering from the cold.

No

She asked him to stop. Her once pale ivory skin laden with blue, black and red.

No

She asked him to stop. Her cheeks damped because of her pouring tears.

No

She asked him to stop. Her body shaking, his head deep between her legs.

No

She asked him to stop. Her mouth wide open in silent screams, his hips snapping against hers.

No

She asked him to stop. Her breathing slowing down, his lips peppering kisses along her flushed face.

No

He asked her if she hates him. She nods, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks.

**Yes

Convoluted and contrived,

derived from the smallest transgression;

you believe you became my possession.


This is hard to bare, this mark...

a drama in which virtues and vices embark.

A senseless obsession,

propelled by

accepting divine presence to: "give all to love, obey thy heart."


Projecting bad relationships onto me, instead you leave:

leaving me faceless in your mind, without identity.

With your fabricated fears of the possibilities of infidelity,

widening the already literal gap - no empathy.

A single text to end it all - sufficed in your mind.

Possessions sometimes get thrown out without explanation.

It feels like history is repeating itself.


When words with meaning fall short of what I mean to say,

it's like the delivery of expression is caught between two chasms far apart.

Like two separate languages, two foreign tongues.


*These chasms are too great, too far apart.

That possessive soul that stares into you,
Knows what hides deep beneath your skin.
As you say only the devil knows,
What sink you've been sinking in.
The skies the limit,
Nothing now can stop you.
Only until the end will you not notice,
That your just another clown.

there's a time I wonder why I feel comfort
in giving so much space between me and him
while I always want to keep you under glass
the answer is simple; I don't love him, I love you
but if it only means that the love I have is suffocating
then I wish not to fall in love ever again

curtains closed, I sit in darkness
as I wait for you
if you don't return,
I will have spoken to no one all day

full of graceful accomplishments,
my river still runs dry
with the thought of sleeping alone
and waking with surprise
at the empty sheets next to me

every time, I sigh
and I hold back the urge to cry impulsively
distraught over a broken nail
as husbands die of cancer
in the hospital down the street

oh, how I'd cry then,
if it were you dying,
but you're just simply gone -
off to work, doing your duties

as I wait in the darkness,
and I think of you
please don't stay at your mother's tonight
I promise,
your little brother will be just fine

You take
everything,
everything that was mine,
everything that you pretended was yours,
everything except responsibility for yourself.