Backward Love

Standing the rain 

My heart had it all in pleas 

Calling for a soul spare a tease 

Rumbling out, please 

Upon the cupid tangent line on a miss.

Jason Blackeye 

Mesmerized on begging tips 

Guilty for loving a miss 

As the words 

"Please forgive me!"

Monotonously sounded 

Yet looped.

Self-fighting for hereafter 

Yet left to shed blood tears 

While hiding in the rains

To cover scars of the heart 

Given, to ruthless thoughts of us 

Blown by the wind of time.

Weaponized

We knew our words never rhymed in love. But due to our stubbornness, we bought balance in arguments. Feeding lies to our soul as lust spelled love.

Playing with fire into trauma, we dressed our insecurities in weaponized words. Busy undressing blemishes on a guillotine nightstand. Where all our mispronounced words pollute the atmosphere with screams.

Scratching fantasies off our backs. Bloodshot eyes speaking of a universe, hard to paint in words. Drowned in anger flashed as passion evenly scaled.

Drawn...

I get drawn to these dotted lines that cross my words out. Puzzling my thoughts as I try to sort out this maze of my heart.

Blended in waves of desires.  My words spill on the ground full of things to say, but afraid to let the street know.

Sigmund

Whispering through dark alleys, I stand aboard the land of giants. Tearing up a mountain to highlight at the peak the truth of my heart.

Unspoken of, but shown in actions of skipping heartbeats drumming the tempo hard. Like a suspense scene upon the script.