The Downfalls of Falsity

well-meaning
lies of honey
still attract flies

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Bragging Rights

anyone who boasts
of a perfect life
is trying vainly
to convince
only themselves

An Indifferent Lover

In your arms are my salvation
and yet the fear that this haven
be taken from me

Knowing I am your mercy
I pretend a foolish
nonchalance

Transfiguration

Petrified, my heart
Refuses your vain entreaties
Deny the charm of your
Silver-plated words
Which do insinuate
Like cold serpents.
Give me your kiss of sin
So I may spit the poison
Into the well of your being
Which I devour —
A rapacious beast.

True Love’s Kiss

If you are not mine
Then do not be his
Or I shall tear asunder
That chain which binds you.
He who speaks
In forked tongue
Honeyed entrapment
Foul and black —
If only I could have
Awakened you
To truth.
Alas, in lieu
Of an impotent kiss
There is only:
Bloodshed

Cynical

Once the lies were truth
A someday was a promise
Hope, a gilt veneer