Revenge is always
disproportionate
to the grief it afflicted :
this is human nature-
it can't forgive or forget

I find myself
only wanting to think about you.
When I walked the streets tonight,
I wonder if youre under the same moon.

I go to my favorite place
and dream of your face.
We both run wild in my head,
twisted in the sheets of my bed.

Where we lay in silence,
Wrapped in each others skin.
I think about you never having to leave,
I sit around to dream of pretend.

Where we get lost in each others eyes,
A place where the sun doesn’t rise.
A place for only me and you,
A place I go when you’re gone too soon.

Incidentally a
climbing world champion,

elegant hurdler
despite cramping in bed,
a dusty one at that.
—
Riches to come, decisions
to be overruled.

Leave it up
to imagination, ay.

Forte-incredible, majestic,
indispensable.

Irrational deception,
I just about deceive myself.

Energy rules the curse
where I come from, now,
baby, give me yours.

Fresh, and tainted are
the milestones of my heart.

There is a
garden waiting for me,

but whose is most like
a desert?

Words that curse,
drugs that bring you
back this way,

unblinking as an
untouched forest.

Splitting hairs
Honing in
On what really mattered
Scratch and sniff
Petrified of being
Pulled outside my comfort zone
A summoning calling me to a cleaner
Way of living
Halting the
Relatable dilemmas
Omens like
Cultured wounds that my
Blemishes couldn’t hide
A casualty
Of someone else’s sinister games
No longer will I play ball
I’ve given
It all a whirl
With mixed results
Very few counter offers
Shined through like him
A drug that
I had to escape
You became my antidote
Breaking myself totally apart
You built me back from spare parts
Better then new  
I was constantly being hypnotized
By the lonely twilight
That was not the most suitable
Companion
My eyes started
Gazing upwards
Breezes slowly began to twirl
Of a teasing love
That spoke to me like nothing
Else ever had
Flowers soon blossomed
After my garden
Was finally tilled
Transitional years grabbed hold
Like a
Bull in a China shop
Everything was busted
Sensitive to the touch
Behind a reasonable doubt
That’s me
The fluctuations are now
Boxed up finally contained
I had to liquidate my assets
Into a new portfolio
Leave the baggage at the back door
And let my new partner shine brighter
Then I could