Not all depressed cut,
Not all sad shed tears,
Not all strong fight,
Not all monsters roar,
Not all young are innocent.
Some just work harder to maintain a mask.
We are here,
And you have reason to fear,
We are the best liars,
We can manipulate the greatest con artist without batting an eyelash.
Watch out we are coming.

Imagine if this was a poem
A real poem
Perhaps a poem about
"The uncertainties of love"
I have so much love to share
And yet, I can never get enough
But my love so often
Turns to doom and despair
Imagine that
More than any soul should bear...
Fortunately
This has been an imaginary poem
I'm hoping my feelings haven't shown
..................

a (the) woman’s body (pretty pleasing)

is my reciprocal

her waist is my happy place

her neck is my doorway

the rest is
best when she is mirror accessorizing,
preening, **** upon first rising,
tallying the gains and the losses

unaware of my watching,
never satisfied she, tho she is 98% unadmitting contented,
as she shifts her weight,
from knee to knee extended alternating
with slow delicacy

for the pleasure is trebled
for her imagine image reverberates
throughout the house

for ever(y) mirror is pre-positioned,
accidentally angled just so, lol,
her image transported from living room to dining alcove
all the way to the kitchen’s bleacher seats

she doesn’t know and asks why I’m grinning,
answer is
no confessionary, no telling I’m swelling and
sinning

eyes scheming-dreaming of her reciprocity

she smiles and says  
“good morning bad boy”

maybe she does know
but you won’t tell her,
we, you and me,
are pretty pleasing

she is 1/me
she is won over me

I have fought my demons
And hell to win my freedom
To discover me and to fall in
Love with who I found
My love for myself has not
come out of vanity
or a sense of entitlement
It came
because when I hit rock bottom
I was in so much pain
I could barely breathe
he would not allow me
to give up
I found him  
I fell in love with him
And
I’ll never  covering him up
or reducing him
to make others happy
I promise him
to always be his safe place
Without being his cage
For I am forevermore
In love with the man
I’m becoming!

I just sit and gaze,
And watch my walls burn in a blaze,
As I become captive to her eyes,
I see my darkest dreams

But I take a glance
In thought that I have a fleeting chance
Of escaping from her,
Not yet, it seems.

I fall to my knees
And I utter my pleas,
But she just smiles,
In the darkness, her smile gleams.

My demons scream and yell,
But it's no use,
Coz I’m under her spell.