The moment of
utopia
Where ragged breath is
  broken
And for a second,
gravity consumes the both of us

Ahh, the friend zone.  Have you ever been there? Stuck between wanting and not being wanted by who you are certain must be the love of your life? Well don't you worry your lonely little head any longer, because experts have finally developed a fool-proof way to escape this unfair wasteland void of affection.

Step one:
Admit what has happened.  You, friend, have been friend zoned.  For some unfathomable reason, girl has deemed you, undesirable. Do not be discouraged when she calls you brother.  Instead, accept the challenge of making ****** seem appealing.

Step two:
Spend less time with her.  Make her feel as if she values your company more than you do hers.  She will begin to feel confused and lonely. When she calls, do not pick up until at least the fifth ring.

Step three:
Up your flirting game. If she doesn't respond positively, send her a sarcastic remark via text guilting her into giving you more attention.

Step four:
Change. Change everything about yourself until you lose the person she first befriended.  When she sees you, it will be like looking in the face of a stranger.

Step five:
Break the touch barrier.  Invading a woman's personal space with unwarranted physical gestures is a sure way to make her used to your dominating body movements.  Soon, she should submit to her instincts, and to you.  

Step six:
Stop doing things for her.  You can't expect a girl to want to date you when you already give her everything a boyfriend would and she doesn't even have to put out.  (I mean, the only reason women even have *** is to keep their man around).  Instead, tell her to do something for you, like making a sandwich.

Step seven:
Explain to her why her boyfriend, girlfriend, other love interest, or singleness is not right for you.  I mean, her.  She is, after all, incapable of making her own decisions, or else she would not need to lean on you for advice.  Understand that you are better than anything else she could want, she just doesn't know it yet.

Step eight:
Date other people.  Women easily become jealous of other women.  This will make her small mind react territorially.  Much like step two, this will lead her to feel insecure around you, and she will begin to show you only her most formal, prettiest parts.  

Step nine.
Confess your feelings for her.  Humans in general can never tell when someone is romantically interested.  Overstep boundaries, tell her how you are almost too good for her, and she will never find someone like you.

Step ten.
Congratulations! You've done it.  You, sir, have escaped the friend zone.
She does not look at you when she walks by. She does not call.
You, are no longer her friend.

Beyond every whisper of doubt,
And far past each pain-soaked shout,
Your shape, your shadow guided my way.

“Sing me a song,” I mumble,
Despite knowing you’re far too humble.
In spite of that, you sing anyway.

Your sarcastic humor and quick-minded wit
Made loving you too ****** hard to quit.
For my every “*******”, you counter: “God bless”.

Your voice shapes words I’ve longed to hear,
All while placing my heart upon its bier.
You’ve forced my hollowed soul into regress.

My minutes with you fly into the past.
You think quick, play hard, and live too fast.
And every night I’m alone, tears fall till I sleep.

Maybe I’m young, and adolescently naïve.
You’re throwing me a bone I’d beg to retrieve.
My faith in us takes form in a leap.

It’s exhausting doing this ridiculous dance,
Knowing full-well you won’t give us a chance.
“Just let me love you” is all I can say or think.

The slightest breeze, a calming zephyr,
Is enough to send through you a violent tremor.
You kiss my mouth and beg me for a drink.

Chest to chest, you hold me still.
Move my body, bend my will.
Still, your efforts go to waste.

The faintest touch, the smallest bite,
Shifts my cheeks from pink to white.
I kiss your neck and beg you for a taste.

A tangle of limbs, sweat, and screams
Make up our web of wet, sinful dreams.
This passion, desire, is too strong to ignore.

Yet, afterward, when our breathing is stable,
A lit cigarette still burning on the table,
I tell you this is different than before.

I said it was ***. You said making love.
I said no regrets. None you could think of.
We agreed that this was just for fun.

Color creeps in your cheeks. You make my head swoon.
It all looks so romantic and simple with the moon.
Tell me: does it look this good in the sun?

let me introduce you to my old friend
Jax (Jackson) Hate
ladies and gentlemen
tell 'em about yourself
why don't you, you're the writer
I've known Jax for as long as I can remember
UK to US
kids to teen to?
to a sentimental ***
He's an *******, but he's my *******
He kept me safe
kept me laughing
when I was lost he found me
stop you're making me wet
I love him
really - I do
I'd love me too
The scruffy, scatter brained, *** crazed, sarcastic sociopath is more than blood to me
My imaginary friend who leaped straight from somebody else's nightmare to rescue me
You looked so pathetic, let's be honest, I didn't really have a choice.
He was the one who went straight for the cricket bat in playground scraps
taught me everything I know about manipulating women
You'd still just be loving your right hand every night if we never met
Yeah, but I'd still be in college
Yeah? Rotting away with the other soon to be bovine corpses? Stellar plan my man. ******* A
No, now we rot alone
Smells more like waiting for the legend to take hold. We'll own this world by proxy.
Me, I'm a kid who writes
Jax?
He's a murderer at heart
the hurricane to my calm, rippling koi pond
You forget I'm a misogynist.
I don't know if he's here to stay
I don't know if I ever want him to leave me
no longer mutually parasitic
*the ******* end