Looking back,
Time traversed —
Upside down,
And in reverse.

Cries for attention
Echo through the night,
With no one to answer
But the unheard one
Feeling left behind.

"Wait for me," says the selfish.
"I'll wait for you," says the unconfident —
But no, not you, nor I, my love.
We know. We part, and smile.
I'll see you when we reach
The other side.

It can't be had,
And yet, it matters —
Life is more
Than laws of men.

Fantasies drained away
At the start of each new day —
A quick release to clear the mind
Of what cannot be had.

Cruelty taught in crowded hallways,
Like a demon fitting room —
Life reshaped, remolded
In the moments between classes.

Naught but faded sympathy —
No love, no hate,
And it's too late
To ever change
The way you look at me.

In the end
There's nothing to it —
Cut the knot,
Spit out the bullet.
Mute the world
And face the music
That you love.

For good, for bad,
You let me go —
It's fine. Move on,
I'll play that part.
I'll be the regret.

Fashion
Makes
Poor.

Perception, perspective —
Perhaps it's the absent expected
Coloring our happiness.

Saying nothing
Changes nothing.
Change requires do —
Drop the silent act,
And raise the issue.

Look beyond the opulence
And see the plain
Mundane beneath.

Wild, this garden mine,
Shadowy and overgrown —
With angels in the treetops,
And demons in the undergrowth.

Oh, those days of tenderness,
Where she reciprocates my love
With mood swings
Of unprovoked hostility,
And I just go along.

Negativity unchained —
Feel it taint and permeate.

Doubts and insecurities
Cloud the obvious reality —
Interest is what it takes.

Join the brawl —
Egos and elbows.
This spotlight's
Too small for us all.

Lies for sake of brevity —
Same,
Me too,
And likewise.

They say
If you can dream it,
You can do it,
But I dream of falling, momma.
I fall deeper every night.