You told me your favorite color was orange at least three times, you loved everything about it. I never really liked it much, the fruit or the shade it was, it used to give me headaches. You said you loved the way it was part of the sunset, right before the sun hits the horizon and the colors start to blur, you loved the way it was everything all at once, and in my mind I thought, "just like you." I'd get married in an orange dress if I could spend the rest of my life with you, and I know it gives me headaches when I stare at it too long but you're like the orange sunset and I'd stare at you forever if you'd let me.

One moment**
Just One moment
Look at me
Look into my eyes
Did you ever feel?
Did you ever feel?
I am sorry to be Silent
But, thought you can feel me
May be I went wrong
I thought
Telepathy may work
No,
It's me who has to say
Everything
I am silent
This silence
Cost me you
The valuable you

stoic, solid
stolid and bolder
made colder the soldier-
death's hand on his shoulder
and eyes the color
of green flies.

r ~ 8/19/14

I'm just crazy enough
To think,
For a moment or two
That her green eyes
Can surgically heal my broken heart.

And then it hits me:
This is just the anesthesia.

There once was a dog, as happy as a lark,
With one small defect: he couldn't quite bark!

But one fateful day, and we're not sure quite how,
That dog met a cat - who couldn't meee-owww!

(People say they're a quiet couple.)

I felt broken today
I felt as if everyone who looked at me saw how torn I was
As if they were counting how many pieces of him were stuck in my skin like broken glass
Little bits and pieces stuck everywhere he ever touched me
How can they possibly count them all

I want it to be like
you're in the guestroom
like we had a "guestroom"
or second restroom
but the focus then
is on earning potential
on gain
on capital
instead of the lie
still stuck in your throat.
I smell it: your gullet...
the living room is rancid with it..
the rot still lingering
on the barely shod
curtain rod.
My senses have no room
and the anger is in my tongue and fists
and I am writhing
and punching
SCREAMING
and you...
are finally
leaving.