Isosceles

I know him. Sort of.
He didn't seem like much to me,
And when you ask me I mind
I smile and say
"If it makes you happy, baby."
But I stab him with my eyes
And I leave a bite mark on your neck.
He'll find it, but I don't think he'll understand.

I certainly don't.

A Body Electric

I sit at my
portalmirrorscryingdish
computer screen
glowingflickeringchanging
and type
clickclackclatter
sending my words out into
himheryou
a world made of
apathymiseryindifference
binary code.

Color Wheel

It's Saturday night
And I am on the
Blue Rug
In your living room
Eagerly pulling off your
Red Sweater
With trembling fingers
While you leave
Purple Hickeys
On my neck.

Phone Call

I Miss You.

That was all I wanted
To tell you.
But when I called,
Expecting your voice,
He answered and I



Hung up.

Depression

People say the depression
Is blue and black and purple
As they moan and wail about
How hard their lives are.
My depression is red:
The hot pulsing light
Behind my eyes as you
Pick up your Red Sweater
And walk away.

I Wish

Whenever I see
The Two of Them
I Wish

I Wish
That I was strong
And violent, like a
Female Vlad the Impaler.

I Wish
That I was cunning
And manipulative, like a
Female Machiavelli.

I Wish
That I was charming
And debonair, like a
Female Cassanova.

I Wish
That I was male,
So that she would see me.

Kisses

Her kisses are a thousand adjectives
Soft and sweet and gentle
Rough and fierce and bloody
But all of them are tainted
With strawberry flavoured lipgloss
And his cologne.

Faithless

I could not be a trusting Sampson.
I knew you to well, Delilah.
I graced you with myself,
I fought your battles,
I surrendered to your whims.
But one night as I lay
Upon our shared bed
I found the Golden Shears
Beneath your pillow.
And when you tumbled
Into my waiting arms
I buried your Golden Shears
In your flawless breast.

I Hate You

I love the way you drink your coffee
I love the way you tie your shoes
I love the way you still ignore me
When I’m trying to kiss you.

I love the way that you laugh at me
I love the way you don’t deny
I love the way that you say “Trust me”
I even love the way you lie.

I love the way you trash my things
I love the way that you say “Just friends”
I love the way you hate it when I sing
I love your face when you see him.

I love the way you make excuses
I love every pen tattoo
I love all of your abuses
I love the way that I can’t hate you,
No matter how I try.

Creshendo

I can't live like this anymore.
We are fighting again
Screaming in the hall
While our friends look on
In mounting alarm
And at the door I stop
One last chance to
Make it right
No matter who's wrong
And you say
"If you love me you will."
But the problem with that is that
I don't love you.
Not anymore.