Recycled

Monday is filled with love and happiness
Tuesday brings a growing stress
Wednesday forces a much needed talk
Thursday makes me want to crawl under a rock
Friday is mostly too cordial or silent
Saturday hurts like physical violence
Sunday feels like the only day of reflection
upon your recycled lack of affection

Between

The difference between
a smile and a tear
is a co-dependent choice
Only decided upon
before, after, and if
I finally hear your voice
The distance between
where we were and where we are
has yet to be secured
constantly tested and broken
by unsettled feelings
and the pain of being ignored

Vampire

I feel you shadow me
craving my pale white skin
drawn to your thirst for my blood
I'm aching to let you in
all the way to my heart
soul sacrificed to your need
never once fearing the pain
consuming me while you satisfy your greed
Curiously watching you inhale
my decadent scent as I continue to bleed
Something inside of me burns
destroying fabrics of heartaches before
fire constricts my breathing
as my nails scrape the marble floor
Cool stone combines with flames
venom spreads to my innermost core
Dying slowly for you
my eyes still begging for more...

Shattered

The irony of
a soft, comforting moon
only assures me
you won't be home soon
and the promise "in a little bit"
becomes the words unspoken
during the agonizing days
my heart will be broken
The euphoria of change
didn't last long
I'm dancing alone again
to a frighteningly familiar song
This constant preference for quiet
is just a kinder form of violence
but I still bleed the same
under the shattering sounds of silence
I surrender my hopes
to the comfortable lie
and watch my heart suffer
in the place dreams die

Capsule

Your eyes are a capsule
of mysterious green dreams and peace
but they lie dormant like a sun
filled with her moon's hypnotic deceit

Dollhouse

Staring at the perfection
white hope, green trim
I recall the plans I made
the joy I found within
Creating heart and home
I was so sure would be mine
Where did I lose the confidence?
What caused this paradigm
of feeling so unloved
and veering way off track?
No longer tending to my garden,
becoming the perfect
"Welcome Home" door mat

Faded

Rip your heart from its ragged sleeve
Bury your love from lies and deceit
Ignore the yearning for your breath to resume
Let your dreams die in this stone cold tomb;
The carefree waves are a ploy, a tease
caressing your skin then pulling back to the sea
You could chase them hoping to feel alive again
but you'll find they disappear upon the sand
Sticks and stones bring very little harm
when marinated by the ocean's charms
But in the concrete grave you'll stay
when all the water has faded away