#breakupssuck
Now...
I'm not about
to confess
to know of this test,
any more
and maybe less
than the usual mess.
Expert
wanna be
burn my eyes
gonna see
can I make
sense of this
dominant stress
It seems a woman
plays soft
thus a man
plays hard
but what she craves in the end
she never gets
Because the
dynamic changes
our role
rearranges
instincts to sustain us
make our minds regress
And she's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
Control freak
she'll bequeath
he can't do
between the sheets
what once
in his mind
was
sacred and bless
She grows hard
he goes soft
happy scarred
awareness lost
he becomes what she hates
a yes-man, yes
With her eye on the prize
while he loses focus
she
in her right
lays the magick to rest
'till
all that's here
left to see
how long it takes
'till she leaves he
and follows her own sunset
in the untamed West
And he's a mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
The things she'll do
just to spite
what he wants to
and did recite
but not with him,
Oh Hell No,
not with Her chest
Fnds a way
so he knows
no doubt
that she owns
and faults him when he learns
of her ****** best
He can't sleep
becomes a sheep
MOJO lost
on the heat
of that which might have been
had he
had more zest
She might have stayed
had he played
along with her witchy way
and also
respected
her emotional tests?
And that's the mess,
(pause)
that's all, just a mess...
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 4:17 AM UTC
i'm ending my day
as it fades to the past
for my bed beckons me
and sleep's coming fast
just one more thing
that i have to do
let my mind wander—
as tonight's gift to you
i'm wanting for nothing
save a silent desire
to stretch myself out
along your body's fire
as my hands touch your face
while you close your eyes tight
i can still see you now
and, my God—what a sight
seeing you in my mind
i forget how to breathe
if this madness is love
i don't want a reprieve
you perfect every colour
that our Maker put to
you with every brushstroke
every shadow and hue
and it's hard to believe
that you might not see
the beauty you are
and how you have touched me
i could never forget
a detail of your face
you've left such an impression
and much more than a trace
of longing—
to smell
and touch
and taste you
opened up like a flower
letting me be the dew
that settles upon
as you blossom today
even if in your heart
was my only way
take all of me now
if only in dreams
sliding gently inside you
like stolen moonbeams
shining into your chamber
where tonight i can't stay
and our Lord's greatest work
will soon be on display...
maybe i've said too much
but i just couldn't resist
my sweet Taliya to know
just how much you are missed...
*
May 1
May 1, 2026 at 4:13 PM UTC