Hatred—like a shade over my eyes

provokes sleep like false darkness.

It lulls lighter feelings—those

unnecessary ones like love and peace—

away like a dream forgotten

once awake. It startles the body with

fantasies of justice and righteous anger—

flimsy things that substance doesn’t back.

Unformed and uncontainable, hatred

often disappears as quick as a nightmare,

but sometimes it lingers like a wish

remembered in the first star of twilight.

Remember

Eventually you will forget my name,
And I won't mind at all, dear.
Dear, dear you will forget my face,
And I won't give it a thought, sweet.
Sweet, sweet things will be lost,
And I won't miss them at all, love.
Love, love you won't think of me,
And I'll find it doesn't matter, darling.
Darling, darling I will remember you.
You, you can forget about me,
Because I will remember you.

Destruction.

Flames licking and windows exploding,

blue and green and red and yellow-

a rainbow shower of shattered glass

makes paths on the ground and Jesus'

face is crying up at me from the floor,

Juxtaposed with the maniacal grinning,

of those who are looting, smashing,

tearing down of the

holy place.

Fuck this shit

I deleted it all from you,

So I won't be tempted.

Nope, if you want me,

You have to choose me.

I am getting the impression

I was played, and now

I'm fucked.

You two,

Her, whoever, (fuck this)

deserve each other.

I walked into the middle of

drama and heartache,

and for a second,

just a moment,

I had hope.

Backing off,

Leaving you alone,

You deserve better than her.

Even if it's not me.

When all was said and done
I was worse off than before.
My smile was genuine -
my words - pure -
But of little consequence
because you still chose her

dizzy and desolate
my mind swims with words
of love of loss of passion
entwined
with images like a flip book
faster and faster as it blurs
the lines are much fainter than they were
between you and i
my dear
the compression on my head
fills the space
but there is no ache in my chest
you see
see me
there you are

A.P

I’d like to pretend that we are more than just friends

and let my dreams spin out so I can see, that me

and you are more than what I hoped we would be

but that vision is just a lie as much as I pretend otherwise

and it’s not to say that you had hoped it’d be this way

but I need more than that half given heart of yours to stay

So I’ll sit here and wonder if I’ll ever have another

that made my heart beat fast and the candles turn to wax

with the heat that you radiated and the smile that glowed

You could have been mine, but I guess I’ll never know