when will i win? D:

nearly forgotten
once more
reminders soar
temptations fought then
lost against
six pence
says i'll lose again

Choke

Screaming, wheezing,
Gasping for breath;
Sinking in air;
Can't break the surface,
And each wave
Just keeps washing me down;
I cannot swim
When you aren't around.
I'm bound to drown
down down down
down down
down

a learning experience

lips are burning;
stomach churning;
eyes are teary;
sight is bleary;
teeth are tingling;
ears are ringing;
i lose all sense in my left foot.

don't order orochon's special number 2,
or it will be the death of you.

Abort Mission.

Eyes glaze
And see,
But do not
Observe;
Eyes rise
And see -
I lose every
Bit of nerve
That I had mustered
Up in the last few minutes.
I am the end of my wits.
My sanity is now but a wisp,
Soon to dissolve like any common vapor.
Why am I waiting?
There's nothing to wait for.

I retreat.
Our eyes never meet.

Seams Sew

After that last stitch,
I imagined I'd be happy -
But apparently, I'm not.
After that last suture,
I envisioned relief,
But I'm still anxious a lot;
Because though the cloth's been cut and sewn
It has not changed that I'm alone.

And then I think of
What you were really like
Before infatuation took over;
That you're clearly unsuited
To be anyone's lover -

And yet,
My heart cannot
But wonder a beat quite wayward
From those thoughts of my head:

Can you be tailored?

Because I've readied my thread.

I Taunt to Tank

Your very lips
Seem to haunt
My mind with their
Seductive taunt,
And it's not just that
Which makes me swear
You taunt me
By just being there;

But I refuse to lose,
So I whisper to you:

"I have a secret...
Did you know..."
I smile knowingly,
Stopping my words.
You salivate over
What you've heard;
You are hungry with curiosity;
You're suspended in anxiety.
"Oh... You'd like to
Know my sweet secret?"
You nod quite furiously
At the words I've just said.

Then I laugh and walk away from you,
And now, like me, you're taunted too.

To My Amusement

You don't have to attempt to amuse
Through actions of a silly fashion;
You don't have to light a fuse
To start a fiery, burning passion.
Simply speaking,
You are you,
And I simply
Could not ask for more -
To ask of Cinderella one more chore!
To ask a man to try to choose
Between the intimacy of Watteau's art
Or morals from the ones by Greuze!

So away your candle
And your doings, do handle, for
You don't have to light a fuse
To be the one I call my muse.