Maybe I need freedom, I'll take this instead

On a lazy Sunday afternoon
on that tiny bachelor bed
naked and desirous both


What's to come? What's that we had?
Maybe I need freedom, I'll take this instead.

This one moment

I can see tomorrow in your lovely eyes
and a shade of something I can't quite define


I, who fear rejection, feel so safe and calm
I, who fear the future and resent the past


Have forgotten all and will envision none
You have stayed my mind in this moment in time

Maze weaver

You're no friend of the truth, you are wed to your lies.
You would never talk straight; fabricate and disguise.
Coat it all in deceit, skip and bound in a phrase
Whatcha doing there, son? Built yourself quite the maze!

Remorse

Lurking behind you
in shadows he crawls
patience is his
yours the remorse.

Freedom!

I look at you and I cry “Freedom!”
Then slide inside my gilded cave.
Let me sleep here, let me have peace,
Don't drag me out into the night.

No symbolism

There is no symbolism.

No superstition.

There's just raw flesh
Beneath torn skin.

Make me a shield from the fors and the whys

Just like a maniac, can't stop the letters:
They flounder and fall, heavy rain of disguise.
Drape me in similes to weaken my senses,
Make me a shield from the fors and the whys.

I do not feel it, let it go

Some stuff I write to fill the page,
just like in class I used the right words
to make it flow, to give it rhythm.
I do not feel it, let it go.

Forever amiss

You're in that number of forever amiss
Plenty to digest and no fewer to kiss

Run through them all with a head full of pause
Don't let them leave till they're stuck in your claws

Measure what's right, slide to your left,
Never desist, leave yourself all bereft.

Picture of me

I'm getting slimmer, honey. See?
Until you're left with nothing
But a picture of me.

I have everything to hide, so I might as well hide nothing.