Your Love

Of course this is love. Or is it? 

Is your heart really in it? 

Do you think of me in times where your mind is busy? 

Or does the thought of me only come when you’re alone? 

Am I bothersome when you’re with your friends? 

Do you only like me when you’re home? 

Is your love for me in passing, like the lust in your eyes when you walk past other girls? 

Do you forge your affection for me like signature on an unwanted bill? 

I’m trying to make a connection, but all I can see is that your love doesn’t belong to me. 

Your love belongs to many. 

You could never set your eyes on one face. 

Your love never belonged at your the dinner table with my family as we said grace. 

Your love was the cheapest currency and was easily replaced. 

Your love was for the chase. 

Fool Me Once, Shame On Me

Please don’t come back.
I’d like to keep you at bay.
Any residual feelings that I had for you have been completely cast away.
How foolish was I to let you stay.
Please don’t call me again.
No, we can’t be friends.
You burned that bridge too many times, there isn’t a plank left of it to mend.
Please don’t say my name again.
You’ve soiled your reputation, I’d rather you just let mine be.
We agreed to be civil, and yet again you failed me.
You say you need me.
You say that you’ve reached an all time low.
If you see me out in public, please don’t say hello.


All that was left was television static.

A blaring disruption where there once was pleasant noise.

Then came the silence.

A dreadful, noiseless void.

Your whispers cut through the darkness.

New images came to light.

You added splashes of color to what previously could only be seen in black and white.

The Earth began to shake and everything became clear.

No longer held by a deafening captor, I could hear music and laughter.

No longer burdened by insecurities or fears.

Please tell me that you’ll stay, that you’ll always be here.