Disappointed

I know I shouldn’t love you

But you make me feel like…

I want to change my skin

Be born again

 

I know I shouldn’t love you

And the tears I cry are like…

I’m locked inside my pain

Inflected again and again

 

 

The ways you’ve disappointed me

The ways I surrendered

The days you’ve been so cold with me

The nights I’ve pretended

 

I know…I shouldn’t love you

 

Whenever you went away and far

Even when you slept in my arms

Whenever I felt it surreal

You’d begin to scare and I’d fear

 

The pain inflecting again and again

 

 

The ways you’ve disappointed me

The ways I surrendered

The days you’ve been so cold with me

The nights I’ve pretended

 

Prove me wrong…tell a lie

I’m not strong…don’t say goodbye

The pain’s inflecting again

 

The ways you’ve disappointed me

 

You’ve always disappointed me…

Means of Capture

Women capture men with sex

Men capture women with strength

Love, is what makes the capture profound

yet…it’s a rare trade in a land of excessive means of capture

and that is what life revolves around?!!

Ironic!

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We are all pulsing with it.

It’s just…i speak!

I’m barrel

Bodies…those containers

Filled with wine

Those fine glasses

Sparkle and shine

Those slim crystals

filled with vinegar

Those of ruby and gold

Filled with poison

You stupid man…

I may be barrel

Filled with honey and milk

Wrapped with ribbon and silk

you’re right I’m a barrel…so,

You’ll never know…

the gift i held for you