Crookedly

Would it make things easier

For you?…

If I told you that I’m hurting

Also…

That demons torture me

Daily!

I think it’s best to continue playing

Unscarred.

Better for you and your tears to envision

Winning.

So I’ll bask in my own hell in order to soothe

Yours…

Asking every second, when will it end

To myself…

As I build you up, lying to you

About…

How splendid it all is, don’t you see?

I can’t …

When no one hears my cries…

Tell me!

Just to keep smiling beloved keep…

Smiling…. crookedly

A Poem with No Name

Must it be said?

I see those tears

Washing away what they did

Wish me a better man

So as to exact revenge

But

Guilty I stand as well

Words that cut like swords

I no longer want to defend

Such is the end

When hurt turns to pleasure

Must you know?

That I’m ready

We are all participants

In the trampling

Such is the end

I promise to hold both your hands

As I watch you plan your escape

I won’t blame you

I won’t hold you back

It’s okay…

A poem with no name.

I’ll leave it here for you…

Ever-Changing

Ever changing am I

A chord progression in song

An ending of a season

The leaf that withers

And blooms as plant on the ground

I beg of you

Don’t seek to nail me down

Into this or that

I’ll fail each and every time

I always color outside the line

There is no reason nor tale to tell

Only awakening to today

And eternally resting yesterday

A froth of water to shore

Returning to its source

Such am I

Ever changing…. forevermore