Disenchanted

I mourn the ghost
of who you were —
that broken fineness
which still glimmers
behind your distrustful sneer

Irresponsible

“Are we still on tonight?”
Is really a way of wishing
the other party would say no
so you won’t have to break
promises

But it hurts deeper when you let
the other party dangle until
the last moment
and cut them off

Know they’ll never extend
another invitation to someone
who can’t speak the truth
and wastes the time and emotion
of a person who let you in

“Nice guys” who can’t get “female attention”

too late, the goodwill
and naivety of infatuation
is worn thin (and broken)
by the disbelieving cynic
who sabotages
his own relationships

Armor

this iron heart
you’ve fashioned
is a good mimicry
but never will it
fool me

Ice People

An embrace would meld us
Thaw us and bind us
Rough edges would melt and seam together
Forever, we would be unable
To be apart
Forever, we would be unable
To find sole solace
So our frail hearts
Love with caution
So we, who shake
Love in fear

Countdown

I bottle up scents
The  first night after
The  first fight and tears
First “I love you”s and “I hate you”s
The first fissures and poorly-made welds

I pickle parts
Of that living, breathing thing between us
Always on life-support
Knowing
Time runs out

Naive

If I wear my heart on my sleeve
It is from trust and acceptance
It is from seeing only the best in you.
This world which is dark and cynical
Can never destroy the best of me
Which allows me to love and be loved in return.

Turbulent

Your voice, like a wave
Washes away my doubts and fears
But on stormy nights the lighthouse goes dark
If we weather this storm
Surely, sunny days will find their way to us
And together, we’ll discover paradise again

Cynical

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

Communication

In the silent waiting time
One must trust of good intentions
And greet the guest with courtesy and respect

In between the lines of unsaid things
It does great harm to project insecurities
And lay foundation to an anger that is not there

Be truthful and give explanation to yourself
Even if none is given to you
But understand that all words hold the curse of Babel