Return

I need to come back to me,
before I can return to you.

Intellectual love

Intellectual emotions
sprung from your brain.
My own heart's rhythm,
beating with pain.
Mechanic love,
so far from your heart.
Resting in your arms,
we are always apart.

You and Women

I give you me.
You give me some time, sometimes.
Your attention span is short.
You get bored.
You move on to the next woman.
Until she starts to care,
then she is yesterday.
I wish I was your tomorrow.
I will always be your "in-between".

A Third Eye Watching

A third eye watching.
Secrets dancing on the walls.
All for your pleasure.
All for you using me.
A hidden desire,
behind your selfish love.
I was the object of your satisfaction.
That object has a lost soul.
I am searching for her.
Without a third eye watching.

Adult Friendship

We were not done.
Your kiss a surprise.
Your hand in mine an invitation.
Our friendship shifting lights.
No promises of a tomorrow.
Adult friendship, you call it.
I quiet the child within.
So I leave you in the night.
As the grown woman I am.
Until I am in the taxi.
Then the child  cries,
for the love that never was.

Invisible Wounds

My surface polished.
Invisible wounds.
A smile and I fool them.
My guard exhausted.
To break open takes courage.
I am too scared to see
what lies within.
The damage you did,
too ugly to show.
I hide from myself. 

The Mess That Is Us

No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
We have to walk straight.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.
Us who no longer are we.
We who were yesterday.
Damage that rips.
Our bare naked souls visible.
Only for us.
No easy way out.
No shortcuts to ease the pain.
No going around.
Right through the mess.
The mess that is us.