It's always crowded
At the center
Of attention.

Emotional awareness,
And a sense of mortality —
So much for intelligent design.

Born and raised,
Schooled and trained,
Well-behaved
Children of society —
Colorless, a la carte,
Pre-designed with a
Chronic lack of entropy.

That thin gray line
Where there's no leap —
When consent
Is talk,
Is cheap.

Scratching hurts
When love agitates.

Existing words, overused,
But never quite like this.
A heart, broken too often,
Never mended quite the same —
A different choice,
A different me,
Time and again.

I'll admit —
I haven't the faintest
What you mean,
But I love the way you say it.

Make certain
Those tall orders
Fit your trunk.

Fuck the norm —
Proper only leads
To guilt and shame.
I'll no longer play along
These rigged games.

Today may not feel right,
But what if later
Is too late?

It's the mind that loves —
The heart but pumps the blood
To sate the lust.

Moments broken,
Crashed info the next,
Wants and needs clashing,
Losing to reality,
Sinking fast into the gray —
Curse my luck, fuck this day.

An other to each other —
There is who we are
To ourselves,
And the stranger
In the eyes of the beholder.

It's silly, but what lasts
Once it is over
Is resentment
For the things I never said,
And the things you never asked.

Navigating solely
By the light of sense and gut
Through murky lakes of motivation,
Into the unknown.

Painful truths —
It were never friendships
If they lost their use.

Committed to the destination,
Frenziedly rushing,
Blasting through the journey —
Death-bound,
Hesitant, nor worried.

Assumed deference
Is arrogance —
You're nothing to me.

Sheltered from the light —
Dreams need roots
To brave the storms
Above the cradle.

Disengage —
The tone of voice betrays
Her temperature of heart.