Wire Monkey

So many promises implied

So many rabbit holes

Left empty again

Never knowing - never seeing

My soul is screaming

And I say I don't know - but I do know

I don't want to believe or accept - that what I am to you is entertainment -

To you I am nothing - I fill your time

How many times have I loved another...

And now I let every memory drift

unaccompanied

Ironic

Perhaps this is my time

Perhaps my transition

No, not to be fooled

Or so carried away I can no longer see                                                   

Wire monkey, I am

And I die a little more... every day

Dinner Date

There's nothing to see here

Why can't the simplest of things stay simple?



My hands on your skin - loving every bump, scar, ink...
your story absorbs through my hands and into my soul
we are forever changed...the magnitude and minutiae unknown as of yet


Stay the anger, stay the brittle surface
open your passion - open your heart - open your arms


I need not be possessed nor do I yearn to possess
I need someone to reach in and still my screaming demons
if just for a second, a minute


Always ready to run - I recognize myself in this obscure reflection
want to make you want to stay - to face and challenge and fight and quiet
so that I may also find my own way home


I feel dimmer now, as if you are choosing to unsee what you have seen
You are choosing to no longer see me
I am fading away, soon I won't exist - not in your world and perhaps not in mine


Oh sweet girl, if I could only heal your wounds... I can't even heal my own
Words? Language? Writing? It all seems for naught now... why invest so much energy
The ripple of repercussion widens with each breath - it is an echo of what once was

The heart is a fantastical creature
it only beats at night
It tells wild stories to your soul
And like a wide eyed child, you believe