Relationship

he

 Temporary high I wanted to be

But he felt forced fed by my need.

High I wanted to be

But he felt forced fed by my need.

He said he was allergic to smoke

And he choked right at my feet.

 

Permanent high I wanted to be

But he did not feel fancy free.

High I wanted to be

But he did not feel fancy free.

He said he was clouded by smoke

And needed fresh air to breathe.

 

Alternate high I wanted to be

And he inhaled so sweetly.

High I wanted to be

And he inhaled so sweetly.

Until he said he smoked too much

And addiction was no good for me.

3AM

i had a love affair

with words before

but they failed to

touch me

the silent page

could not keep me warm

on the cold windy

mid-nights

emotions were sparked

the intrinsic body

of work was spoken

with each syllable

however, the heartbeat

that was desperately

trying to find its rhythm

could not syncopate

a full blooded gentleman

could never be formed

despite my imagination’s

pleas, even with a please

a heart’s stain

oops
you saw a mess
in the corner
i meant to clean that up
just for you
pristine presentation
is what i wanted to show you
now
i cannot mask the dirt
i am not ocd with my emotions
just protective of its looks
appearances appeal to the senses
at least that's what I’ve heard
minimalism was the idea of my design
interior decorator that was I
I wanted to share the best of my light

so please forgive me
for that smudge
next time,
it will not be there