She was looking for poetry, she said.
I have some experience with that, I said.
I searched gallantly about
and presented her with trophies.
She looked through them.
Her hair was deep evening red
and her white skin translucent.
She wore a thin summer dress
of light green linen.
Choosing, she walked away,
thanking me for my help.
Never did I see her again,
but now she lives in one of my poems.

  ~mce

I jetted to Italy
last week to interview
sweet, dead Juliet.

So how is
that true love thing
working out for you,
I asked?

Not well, she replied.

Romeo is grown
old and cold,
his fingers like ice,
his kisses like stone
his ardent desire
sadly has flown.

I pointed out,
in all fairness,

You realize that
after 400 years
you are mostly dust?

Well then, she snapped,

make him into
a vacuum cleaner
that he might
**** upon my sweetness
as he did before.

You may call that
true love.

It was a disappointingly
predictable interview.

   ~mce

I'm just an empty coffee cup, with nothing left in me and all of the stains from the past.

All these haters call me gay as an insult
Because they want me to like ***** because that's what they are.
Gay guys will never bother me, they're just human beings.
Many of them are terrific ones at that.

I would happily suffer
   because of how much I love you
I will put myself through misery
    just so you feel no pain
I would walk on flames
     and put them out
         so you can walk through
I will drive myself insane
     so you can have no part of the blame
I just wanna believe
        that you love me
               that much too

What happened that night,
I don't know what to say
Did I give my consent?
Was my silence my okay?
I wish I could take it back,
Or forget and move on
But it stays in the back of my mind,
Waiting to taunt and haunt
I feel like it was my fault
That I didn't fight it enough,
I could've said no one more time
But instead I gave up
I remember the words he said
Right before I blacked out
My girlfriend.... Don't worry
I use to hate him but now,
Now I think I hate only myself
And all I lost that night
And I hate how I can't seem to remember
How everything I was back then, died