Follow me. Where you ask?
Into the nest of me and he.
Lay your love. How strong you ask?
Like the depths of the ocean, and the strength of the sea.
Hold on. How tight you ask?
Like a meteor in the sky; fixed in space but free.


                                                 *s.q.

When people see
Romeo and Juliet
Die together
They think
"How poetic".
Want to know
What's really poetic?
The sound of the chords
That resonate through the piano
When I take a hammer
To its keys.
Or the way my heart
Reshapes itself
To wrap around your soliloquies
About how you don't need me.
You see,
When two people
Fall desperately in love,
It isn't poetic-
It's the things we do
For those who don't
Reciprocate that love
And the ignorance we hold
Against their disinterest.
We **** ourselves every day
For those who live just fine
Without us.
And that's stupid.
That's life.
That's poetry.

Hold me and tell your tales of gore.
Kiss me 'till my lips are sore.
Passion's run our veins out dry.
But I'm much too blind to consider why.

I crave your bruises on my neck.
Screaming, but we're not done.
Two denim lovers, hearts a wreck.
Pumping 'till we both hum.

Attached at the tongue you say?
I'd only ever ride that way.

Drag me across the floor and then
Kiss me all over again.
Leave no question marks this time as you pull my skin in synchronizing rhymes.

Kiss me like the wars are done.
Kiss me 'till we both feel numb.
Kiss me 'till we both taste blood and stars dance behind our eyes.

Don't leave my side 'till you decide my fire's best left replenished.
Once our time's done, and my neck is hung, you can carry on with your fetish.

Love me then leave me
Lonely, cold on the street.
Sick and dumb,
Just another discarded piece of gum.

i haven't heard from you
in six days time and i had
never felt more free
until you sent me one final
message thirty-seven
seconds ago: i hate you.

the feeling is
mutual.