Game Time

I look his way;
He looks away.
I look straight on,
But he looks down to his laces.
His heart races.
His face flushes.

Infatuation. Too bad for him.
He quickly blushes, and I'm assured.
I note his actions mentally -
Another toy for when I'm bored.

The Click

Assassinate my heart, dear;
Your finger's on the trigger anyway,
And I'm just waiting for the click
That will send the silver bullet my way.

Why so pale?
Your cheeks live for that flush of red,
And if you're gone,
What will it matter if I'm dead?

Either way,
You'll be the reason I disappear;
But if I had a choice,
I'd rather die,
Looking you in the eye.

Lose your hesitance,
And assassinate me this instance,
Dear.

Critics

Can you hear them?

They are the snakes that hiss
When you purr.
They are the kittens that insist
You're a cur.
They are the dogs that bite
Before howl.
They are the wolves whose fight
Lies in prowl.

But you are a savage,
Equal or more.
Your job is to ravage,
Attack, fight, and pour
Your heart and soul
Into what lies in store
For you.

It's not whether you can hear them that counts,
But whether you can hear them,
Then still pounce.

keyboard thoughts

life needs a shift
so i can move from all the things that are happening

life needs a control
so i can determine all the things that'll happen

life needs a backspace
so i can delete all the bad things that have happened

life needs a pause
so i can print screen
and reflect

but life only guarantees me an end.

you put the plus in plus size (;

you can crunch all your carrots
you can try to slim down
yet you'll still be embarrassed
you've always been round

you can commit to a diet
you can try hard to hide it
but it's so obvious
you're so gluttonous

but with such a big bust
though your size is a plus
what's so wrong
with being voluptuous?

it's just more to love.

gossip

down the grapevine
goes the red wine
bloody, bitter, full of pining
for the stars that are aligning
all around your silver lining
and yet
never a fortunate sign

maybe

did you know you were my first love, babe?
but now that we're going separate ways
i'd just like to say

that you were my baby
the guy who i thought was maybe
the one that'd be for me

because, baby
those nights out on the veranda
the days marked in my planner
the hours of our laughter
our sought for happily after
these times just made me think
that we had some kind of link

but my words have always been slurred
my vision, too much blurred
i guess i always knew you'd prefer
to go to her

yet i can still feel my heart stir
i can still feel it beat within me
when i think: maybe.

because you were my first love, baby.

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