The Weak Link

                                       Part I

There is a dank, and terrible place-

(That used to be my heart).

Hollow, and without (even) a

sliver…of light, it’s 

abandonment screams (to my 

body), without effort. 

In darkness-its cold. 

The moisture it holds, (is 

uncomfortable), and 

I feel something, 

slithering.

(It’s resident horror-show 

secrets; abundant), are as 

numerous as the words, 

I will never hold back.
                                       

                                        fin 

                     

                               

HAPLESSLY SHAPEN

I was never molded;
Carved or formed to
serve you. I
observe you. But, I
couldn’t resist the urge
to try and feel you
(up) and out. (Searching
for lustful ignition). In
the wake of no one
and nothing, I’ve had
both admiring eyes
set upon you.
I am not limited to my
own brand
of deviations: (im)moral-
incantations. And though
satisfaction evades me.Through

a plague of impossibility.
I endure, (just to spite…).
With mere (in)consistencies ,
I am swimming, in
my individual-(really,
very personal)-severed
pool of sin.
And this is what drives me.
Makes me savor, (to
the very last drop)- holding
my tongue out, in the
downpour of
my bad behavior.

(It didn’t take long),
determining-our
surface compatibility. It’s
red hot, entwined-excitability.
I know how this will end.
(My stubborn German,
spoiled-predictability,
proceeds me). I don’t do
statistics, predictions, or
hypocrisy.
I would rather
ride you out,
to the ends of the earth,
(sweet baby). I really think
your starting to
drive
me
crazy.

(I would devour you,
If I could only feel you)…

SUCKER PUNCH

At her absolute worst, she is
a vituperative hydra-
each tongue lashing hate,
hate, hate, anger. Anger, via silence. The deepest sadness, expressed by inconsolable sobbing,
misdirected abuse and
self deprecating hostility.
So much hate, it breaches the parameters of revenge, and the
cold hard truth is nowhere in sight.
It’s tough love (without the love),
and in her shining moments-
she is me.

She is my friend, my sister, and
my lover. But mostly,
she is the knife in my back,
each time I walk away.

(I guess the hardest part, is that
I keep falling, for her
loving façade).

What a fuckin cunt.

FIN