GingerBread Man

Run as fast as you can
If you plan on escaping into a land
With a beautiful sky
And a never ending
Rainbow of nervous rain
That comes ever so often
Afraid to piss you off

But you don’t run,
You think you are too good
For a few muscles aches
And unexplained stomach pains
You fall, he watches you.

You never wanted his help,
He never offered it,
You swear he has different,
The same night, you clean up
Your bruises and change your bandages.
He is right there, waiting to tell sweet talk
Himself into your undergarments

You must value you, your inner self whispers at first.
You strain yourself to climb on top of him
But you do, you make love to him
You’re done, he says to you that feel likes the last time,
You smile and turn around;

I loved you; I was in it for keeps
Where you not aware of what you meant to me
You look at him,
You squeeze the tiny crevice in his neck and he dies.

Diet

My current balanced diet consists of
Empty threats made by yours truly.
Promises of the frail in consistent mind of
What I need
Realm into the fact of what I want

The past to be my future
Minus the distance
And the insecurities and low self--esteem
I swim in.

Morning Thought

When I wake up
I will have erased your scent
From these lips that surely you miss.
Not enough of you to go around

I walk around like you threw me away
But you didn’t,
You simply let me go
To sponsor a better option

I guess you to are aware of my bad credit
Not believing in giving me chances when
I offered you me, all of me
Was willing to give you more than a tiny piece

But then you woke up
You are the typical beast
Who watching the beauty in her sleep
Unknowing she doesn’t know or believe you would leave

But know she is sleeping
Without you, yet you are right there.
Hurting her, without a care in the world,
She stays only because she want s you to see what everyone else does.

Dreaming is a thing of the past
For this reality searcher
Giving the love she had for him to better her.
She wakes up smiling at without a care in the world even for his sincere voice.

Madusa

You are my heaven.
Uneasy as I deal with life.
I use you to get pass everything else.
Devote so much time to you as I attempt to forget everything he
Ever gave me, showed me.

The hard part is wanting what I see.
Just learned the theory of Medusa.
I feel for him before the hello and right after eyes meet
My subtle, huge bright loving eyes.

Eye contact is a penis best friend,
Another form of sex I won’t indulge in.
I say everything and everyone was planned and exists within me for a reason.

Fight

So perplexed with wondering
How does one forget what they have promised
Without being asked.

Your lips don’t move to ask for anything,
Not even the truth,
But your gesture is so real.
Your presence so blissful,
My gut so sure, that
I must walk away
But the mind says you meet her soul’s current standards
So you can stay.

Soulmates

Tell me we weren’t soul mates.
Tell me you don’t think of me as you drift off to sleep,
And even more in your dreams.
You tell me this; I will walk away and leave.

Leave your bloody arms,
And run through your shoulders.
Past that spirit, I cling onto and simply not search.

A love like ours it was so dangerous,
But as you kiss my heart,
Literally kiss my heart.
I know we are stable, code red knocked down to a solid yellow.

Tell me we aren’t soul mates.
Tell me you don’t think of me as you drift off to sleep,
And even more in your dreams.
You tell me this; I will walk away and leave.

You have since settled for money and said fuck our love.
I waited around, thinking this is what lovers do, they wait.
They stay, they simply fuck their pride and dignity and they stay.

Now I am a running in the street naked,
I see a crowd form, but I hear nothing.
I am doing this for you.
A cop shoots me down, before I am able to get to where you wed.
I leave. I breathe.

I crept into a dream,
Not afraid.
Since I know that I will be with you,
Aren’t we soul mates,
I take a step back, I notice you are unsure.

But you can’t tell me we aren’t soul mates.
You can’t stop calling, you can’t stop remembering,
Currently you are reading my words,
Smiling at the thought that I am here,
Without you, but not alone.

Traffic

He is like traffic stretched out on the high way,
I am the angry sun glistened into his car window,
Laughing at the spite I have caused, as I shine bright.
Unbalanced because I rotate.

I rather be his cloud though,
Hiding from what I see happening.
I don’t mind ruining this.
Distant from it all
Sure it will end with me ass in the air,
But I can stop that theory,
I must show him I care.

Or should I be the car itself,
Speeding,
Racing with thunder until he is will my body.
Caressing me. Enjoying me.

I really want to be the traffic lights,
I want to stop a certain odd feeling,
As soon as I reach and indulge in to him,
I could control it all, meaning my feelings.

The road, created by a frail simple man.
I want to try that out to, leading the way.
Helping him to the direction of my heart.
But the problem is will he stay.

I guess I am stuck being the sun,
Shining bright on his hand as he shakes it waiting for traffic
To go, so he can speed home
I will let him in, because he is my safety blanket.

You were the One

You were the one
Moving so fast it wasn’t me.
You were the one
Who wanted a relationship,
I just agreed.

The last relationship I was “in”,
Failed miserably.
Never was I the type to jump to conclusions
But the duty of observation, counting down to the seconds
Where things out to fall apart, it’s been mastered.

At first your texts were answered and sent out
In no more than two minutes.
Currently I have been waiting an hour for you to reply to a text,
Which simply said the nickname, I created for you.

You were the one
Texting me,
I was the one
Who replied only because it made me smile

It was your idea to fall asleep on the phone, not mine.
I just put my ear to the phone,
Listened to you suck your thumb in my ear,
And I wished I lay near you.
Cradled you to the rhythm of your heavy coarse breathing,
Which as a surprise didn’t matter
But here I was as close as I see myself, surfing a beach without water,
Being a creep beyond her feelings.
Smooth criminal.

Never Ending

Never ending
We are never ending.
We keep playing games
I’m through
Acting like we cool
You think you so smooth
Cuz you get away wit
What you do
I’m so in love with you
But for the last 8 months
You had your own little fool

I’m not trying to stay and be played
So I’m through
Sneaking kisses from you
Acting like I want you back
Like you aren’t hurting me with all your facts

Never ending tears
Running down my face
As I play pretend
Acting like you aren’t engaged to
Some new girlfriend
You’re no better than me
Searching for what will soon walk out on you

Soul Searching

Stupid.
For waiting for someone to pop
Out of the closet telling me
These last few months
Was so much effort to hurt me
But it has yet to happen

Talking.
To the lover who has been a lover, forever.
Silently whispering to me saying he is married, now.
This conversation will end with a long pause
And a lie, I never believe, but refuse to speak of
Which is his pretense excuse for sleep

Annoyed.
Figuring I can’t wait around anymore.
The wicked whelping lurched in wetness leaves me in Zion.
Helplessly, hoping for him to
Come back, and yell something like, “fuck our past”.

Wishing.
Stupid adjective used to define what I really want.
Pre-occupied with what I can’t reach,
I was losing a part of me.

Soul loving.
I rather not lose another part of me.
Loving another who wants to have his cake and eat it too.
Minus the realm of confusion and I miss you too’s.
I will smile surely since I am done soul searching.