periphery.

My uncertainty is a death sentence,
my spurious thoughts prolonging the inevitable.

What if at best I'm lost,
stranded in another's periphery.

My common goals are easily found on the smoker's patio.
(And) I linger,
pervert my every whim.

so long.

Speaking in shortwaves
you say
let's desecrate
everything.
I'm compromised
so I decline,
then play along;
multitudes so long.

the badlands.

You've stolen my words
left me in the mirror
of the badlands.
I don't owe you a damn thing
you croon
as you
haunt the youth.

And I believe you this time.

I'm sitting, waiting
for hell to
rise to the occasion.

But you never do.

tell me so.

Tell me anything, everything
you want me to know.
I'll bathe in your words
if you tell me so.

Your every syllable slowly
breaches me.

I'm standing here gaping,
please,
tell me so.

everything.

My thoughts come in three's
as you scream:
look at me! look at me!
but it's the unspoken
beckoning me.

You've changed your name
twice today
but to me
you remain the same...

And I'm staring;
gaping.

I inhale your everything.

intimate violations.

Seeking another intimate violation,
my skin calls out for you.
I’d rather leave the wound fresh as a reminder
that there’s no coming back from this,
that nothing else compares.
I hate this desire, this ache,
this need.
I feel your absence in my bones.

I don’t know what to do.

shameless.

I see the hurt in your eyes
even as you try to hide it.
You choose your words carefully,
your sharp tongue cuts me up.
As you walk away, you stop
without turning, eyes ahead,
and I feel the burn.
Then you disappear into the dark.
I can’t take back the bad I’ve done
or the deceit I’ve sown.
But I’m addicted to you,
and I shamelessly follow.

shy vibes.

Our full moon eyes eclipsed,
and now I shy away
from the potential we conjured
over many late nights.
Logic enlisted, now we’re back to crushing souls -
meaning delayed, we’re relying on magic
to unlock the depths of tides, but
all our vibes shy away.

2d6.

The feeling is there, I swear,
but something inside
won’t let me see it through.
I don’t want to ruin you, so
slow down fair-weather friend.
We’re rolling the dice tonight,
I’m fighting my nature and
you’re just looking for a fight.

Alisa.

Her words drive me wild.
I'm feral for her -
powerless to her persuasion.
Maybe in another life
our spirits intertwined
or maybe I just
lust after her syllables
in every lifetime.