Start Something

Lets begin, where the last one ends,
it can be that easy,
We can finish, and in between,
see where it leads us.
Make it last, this may be our only chance.
Crack the doorway, each new day, forge our voice.

Love is not an illusion,
Love discarded and used when
the satisfaction is gone.

We’ll make friends, we’ll comprehend
that the world don’t need us.
If this change is a means to an end,
we’ll pretend it don’t mean much.

We can start something new.

undertow

Love, the worst addiction anyone could have.
Yet we keep coming back.
Place all your faith and trust in me
and we can live happily.

From ashen clothes, unwashed pillows
of former lovers proposed.
Coming back to the well, until our short-term memories let go.
Awoken by the truth,
Love will eventually pull you back in the undertow.

And it feels so good to drown

My Little Guy, the Mirror

Son…

When I see it for what it is, they shrunk you from me,
including personalities.
How lucky, disconcerting face, aimless grin trailing somewhere behind the tail of the wind.
Always self conscious, places to hide.
The rollercoaster pulling hair-pin turns and never letting up at the peak of the sky.

The way you twist a slice of pizza into envelope size, full of cheese, ignoring the crust.
Skin freckled, sandwiched between opaline globes- contorted in its own symmetrical array.
No lack of insecurity, no spare trust.
Subtle gestures in crowds, sometimes explosive and back to reserved.
Struggle to co-exist, crowded restaurant, pretend to ignore– maybe you can’t hear with all that noise.

I know the truth “wink,wink”.
They all must be talking about you,
yeah, I do hear that.
They glare from everywhere.
Don’t look now,
I’ve discovered my shadow