Why can’t you see what we see?
The way he’s crushing you,
Beneath his self serving greed. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #66 – Shout”
Why can’t you see what we see?
The way he’s crushing you,
Beneath his self serving greed. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #66 – Shout”
She remembers telling herself:
“You’re too young to have to deal with this”.
He only taught her by the fist,
And she, the other, not her,
Saw nothing amiss. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #63 – Childhood”
For a moment, I’ll hold it.
Freeze the memory in mind
Of needs not negated by time. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #62 – Airplanes”
You make me feel.
You take everything that could be real
Steal it away
Make it unworthy
You’ve cursed me
and I can’t reverse these
Feelings.
I’m under your sway.
Your spell. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #61 – LOVE”
Playing with blades
Handing you the hilt
One turn, one tilt,
To cut me open.
Let me bleed,
All I’m hoping. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #60 – Doesn’t Matter”
I’ve crafted this armor,
Of someone you’ll honor,
Run to for cover,
Never see suffer,
And trust easily.
So now, how can it be,
That you seem to see
Through to me? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #59 – Armor”
You’re perfect.
This isn’t a confession,
And that’s not a complement. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #58 – Perfection Is A Lie”
Temptation in the face of practicality,
Shackled by conservative morality,
And the reality of significant others;
The dead end want of would be lovers,
Will how long stay under covers,
Of normalcy and friendship? Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #180 -Dead End Want”
Taking lies at face value.
How you don’t dare to delve deeper,
Into what is manifestly untrue,
Into prayers offered up to you,
Betrays the facade you fake,
A shallow reminder in every
Flippant remark you make.
I remain unsurprised,
Because it’s par for the course,
Your usual, enacted without remorse,
A flawed mask of insincere discourse. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #174 – Lying From Me”
Why doesn’t it feel the same?
The difference between the calm plain,
And the tempestuous sea,
Why must it always be,
Me,
Who prefers sinking and drowning,
Over standing on my own two feet.
My crowning accomplishment:
My self-deprecating defeat. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #117 – Land and Sea”