He wants to make s’mores

You ask me to trust you, but for me, 
trust is like roasting a marshmallow.

My heart at the end of the stick
is soft and my love is thick;
the kind of sugary sweet
that can be crushed under extreme pressure
or melted under prolonged heat.

We both already know that 
if you ask to take the stick from my hands
to hold it out over the flames,
promising to not let it get burned— 

It's gonna catch fire no matter what you tell me. 

Tanka 2: Q & A

If I continue
             to wait in the falling rain,  
would you step outside 
             and join me even though you 
 too will get soaked to the bone? 
...
If you continue 
             to wait in the falling rain,
I will step outside
             and dance in the puddles that
embody all of our love.

Haiku 10

Tell me, is this real:

do you truly love me when

you still sleep with her?

 

Sonata

Skilled artisan

Whose fingers fly over strings

To coax out melancholic notes

Your bow strikes unlike

Those that I am used to

That desire of flesh and blood

But your aim is more deadly

Its course fixated on my heart.

Dotting My Arms and Crossing My Stars

Is there hope in having our fingers crossed,

Or are we destined to be forever star-crossed?

Should I hope that these arms locked,

Will keep each other from falling apart?

 

Will the vows that from your lips promised

Be all that you said and more than it?

Maybe all that I’ll ever be is a skeptic,

But I question the strength of a mindless heart.

 

Love, you leave me breathless, yes you do

You also make me feel helpless, that much is true.

Like a child following blindly, is how I feel with you

Loving and being loved by you is a deconstructive art.

Sometimes myths are based on reality

love like this

was practically a myth

before you changed my mind

and showed me that it does exist.

Tears flow from both eyes, a salty drink for my lips

With my lips, I drank you in

And with my eyes, I cried you out

It has been awhile since I last heard your voice

Your words persist forever

But this love was not meant to last

Our worlds march forward

But those words hold me in the past

 

Never Loved

Can you say that you actually loved him

With all those men that you’re rolling through,

Those comments you’re posting on the internet,

The unprecedented shade you’re throwing,

Blasting on him to whoever who will listen?

Good girl gone bad my bootylicious ass,

You were that way right from the start.

The way that you carry yourself tells me different,

You never really loved him to begin with.

 

 

Salty Water

Although the sea is my playground

The muse for my idleness

You are the moon

That controls the direction

Of the waves from my fickle heart