Lethal.

When you pick me right up then toss me around, you tie my heart up in lies, say you wont let me down, right before I'm let down, you wring me out—then hang me up to dry

I keep soaking you up,
absorbing your love,
falling for your endless
fabrications.
ev'rything you do,
all the words you use,
your ev'ry single move is
calculated...

Added up our numbers,
evened out the odds,
multiplied the reasons why
I'm divided by these flaws

and I'mmmmmm frustrated from
separating your fallacies, trying
to piece together what to believe;
the truth you tell me is ill-conceived
and deep-ly deceitful. Our love
could've been superhuman
but it's just lethal.
Barbaric, savage; primeval.
Addictive enough to end a life,
and yet it's still legal.

Glass.

Spontaneous combust,

coughed up, in a cloud of dust,

erased the air, to tread on trust,

swept under rugs to stop the stuck,

unwind the clock cos time is up.

Reverse the curse, release the clutch,

steeped in sweat, sweet innocents,

disarm the dreadful dissonance.

Rewind the tape, to relive the rust

that ate away, and eroded us;

like acid rain, corrosive cut. 

I fade away, to further my fear 

of failed filial obligatory fuss. 

I uncross my heart, & hope to live,

receive the love that I, too, give. 

Put myself first to make it last—

add armour to my house of glass.

Kerosene.

Had my wings coated in

soaking hot oil, pouring

into the ocean of our toxic,

intoxicating love. 

A black widow without warning, 

that left a crow like me, ripped 

apart—wide open; you took your 

knife and drove it deeper into 

my skin.

Gore like this has my soul 

disturbed, your violence arrived

like hair-raising notes played on

untuned violins. 

A massive attack that made me 

wish I could turn back; a love so 

unkind I sought to rewind time.

Your kerosene-stained caresses 

kept me careening, like a car crash

waiting, because its brakes are failing. 

Barbwired kisses that left my lips bleeding. Keep your misery the next time you decide 

to break a poor man just because you can. 

Before you commit another carnal crime, 

hold onto your lies, before you waste 

another life.

Bestdays.

When the night collects dust,

before deciding to depart, 

and your knees feel weak,

from traveling through the 

dark.

Release your bated

breath, and let it beautify

you as you recall the reason

you are blessed. 

As your sight declines, 

and your voice wavers on 

the verge of its revenge—

focus on the best moments 

of your life that stand out 

above the rest.