College stole my sun away,
Ending my eternal day.
The summer I loved froze over
In my home of clouded Dover.

The airport was a frigid waste
And I clutched to mine with haste
The one whom I would hate to leave,
The one whom in my past deceived.

The twinkle in those eyes
Could shame the stars of our skies
For while I swoop in; steal a kiss,
I know it is me she'll truly miss.

They said she was easy.
But I did not see that.
I loved her I know I did.
At fourteen she was more
of a woman than a girl.
I was fourteen too
My eyes were in awe of her.
The other girls in class
we’re jealous of her beautiful
body now moving to womanhood.
Far faster than theirs were.
Boys in the school looked at her
making up lies about her.
Laughing in knowing fantasy.
At sixteen I was still in love with her
She was now sleeping around.
Using her body like a credit card
to buy all she wanted.
She gave pieces of herself
But never her heart
to boys eager to take them.
At twenty she was jaded and hard.
Unable to see the truth of herself.
That she was beautiful and worthy
of being admired for who she is
Not for the hurt and bruises
of grasping hands.
I was still in love with her.
And asked her out.
But she refused putting me
In the pile of  males
That had damaged her
So badly
over her childhood.
But I was still in love with her.

As she walked, she couldn't help but stop. Stare and cry. Tried to lie. Hide the truth she saw beyond. A little girl in a little pond. As night set in. The horror was about to begin. Mommy said you left me. The only thing she could see. This little girl turned  white. And disappeared into the lake into the night. She ran home. Looking for the comfort of someone. But on her bed all that sat was the little girl and the cat. The little girl layed there damp. Next to her layed the broken lamp. She had hit her with it long ago. Then dumped her in the lake below.

I took a hit for you, cause its been weeks since ive tasted your lips.
the high of this pure plant does not explain the high of ecstasy you give me.
i miss the way my name spill out of your lips and the way it would affect the level of my dopamine

your lips say you miss me, but your actions speak differently.

i so clearly remember the strike of lightning I felt when i kissed you on the cheek. And the innocent smile you left with.

Maybe just maybe I left such an impact on you, that words can't describe it, nor decipher it, but can only be explained by our matching heart beats.

y.s

We convened a conclave
Where the famiglia
Was casting sideways looks,
Keeping secrets from survivors.
Papa had passed,
His mantle drapping the remains.
And a day looms for its passing
To an unelected recipient
From the unresponsive benefactor.
Dirges were played.
Outside I lit a cigarette
And the cloud of smoke rose skyward.
The ballots have been counted.