Revelation I just realizedlove does not exist.It is an illusion, a dark shadow of a foggy mist.What we feelwe think is realis just a dream,a scar we wait for our hearts to heal.Fluids we passbetween succulent reds,making love,all a pretense to...

How do you do it? How do you make me think of you when you are not? How do you make me never forget you when I ought? How do you make me dream of you when you do not? How do you...

Lives of PoetsWhat makes me wonderIs not why writers and poetsSo young and oldSuccumb to emptiness. It is the lives they had livedUnder the bright sky. Things they must have seen To mold those words of bitterness. From Homer’s Olympus heightsTo Byron’s mountain...

PetalsLoves me. Words spoken by the sprinkling dust of the southern seaLoves me not. Hearts brokenwhen he said he wanted to be freeLoves me. Futures plannedfor as long as stars twinkled aboveLoves me not. Hopes dashed on the ancient alter of our staleloveLoves me. Still dreaming he would hold me...

Excuses?!Why would I be expecting excuses from you RED.It is not like you said a hundred times you were “my best friend.”It is not like you left me OUT wondering if I said something bad!Did I fuck up? probably...