Love had scared me,
In ways, I couldn't define.
Hiding behind these walls and lies,
Made me a coward to this disguise.

I was afraid of falling,
Falling into oblivion,
Scared of getting hurt,
Reasoning, it would scar my heart.

Too many walls around my soul,
Tainted with fake interest and smiles.
Too high; the gates around my mind,
Nobody could climb this high.

Then came he; strange and carefree,
An anchor, in my times of vulnerability.
Demanding to see the imperfections,
I hid all along under this vanity.

I let him in, my broken kingdom,
In my war dress of battles lost and won,
But he stared at me like I was the most precious thing ever,
Because he looked beneath my clipped wings and broken thoughts.

Wings, whirl, blue green psalm,
Collapsed wave function flashes—                                                         ­           
.  .  .  Into existence.

You violate me with your delicious tenture,
licking my soul with your words,
making my skin tingle with the anticipation of your thoughts,  
******* me with your mind,  
twisted obscurity in an ******* delight,  
the cardinal remnants left trickling down my legs
breathing obscenities in a heterophonic haze

One more creation was abandoned
Neglected by incapable lads
Flocks to clueless herdsmen
Sheep with feckless purpose
Drooling to episodes of their disgusting chivalry  
Their gold and silver were made of flesh
Trophies of broken women and promises
                        - Foolish sons and uncles

Daughters and aunties are creators
They watch the night like fearless combatants
Between the wretch of men and the future
These women stood like guardians
Ready to take every blow, every curse, all the crap
Just because one more creation will survive
                        - Believing lasses

As thousand of dreams died
So did those who were the makers of them
They wanted to go to a new home
But they'd never reach the other side
The Ship of Dreams
Ended up becoming a nightmare
She was Unsinkable
Yet it took only two hours and twenty minutes for her to go down

Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughterf God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,

cow my heart with grief! Come,
as once when you heard my far-
off cry and, listening, stepped

from your father's house to your
gold car, to yoke the pair whose
beautiful thick-feathered wings

oaring down mid-air from heaven
carried you to light swiftly
on dark earth; then, blissful one,

smiling your immortal smile
you asked, What ailed me now that
me me call you again? What

was it that my distracted
heart most wanted? "Whom has
Persuasion to bring round now

"to your love? Who, Sappho, is
unfair to you? For, let her
run, she will soon run after;

"if she won't accept gifts, she
will one day give them; and if
she won't love you -- she soon will

"love, although unwillingly..."
If ever -- come now! Relieve
this intolerable pain!

What my heart most hopes will
happen, make happen; you your-
self join forces on my side!

"Don't you feel flattered?"
she inquired, confused --
in more ways than one,
though she didn't know it.

"People compliment you,
and you are so unappreciative."*
That is what she told me,
believing I needed a scolding.

Maybe I'm just tired of
people only caring about
how 'nice' my *** looks;
maybe I want more to matter.