I don’t eat much anymore,

I sip my coffee, and my tea

and just sit,

watching the clock till you end me.

when I think it’s past the time,

you stroll in at half past nine.

I brew another cup.

Sleeping can’t happen while in-caffeinated,

but there’d be no other way,

to clear the streets.

They’re all so congested.

I need to keep the thoughts going,

before the drivers get mad.

Soon, they’ll be driving on empty

country roads.

They’ll be going at a cruise.

but then half past nine

you walk in again.

Countryside turns to a city, that just grew up too fast.

buildings lump together,

a bitter smog covers the sky.

I’m left to clear the streets,

while you make off with my sheets.

When I bleed

a smile crosses my face

that my body is mine.

that on this month,

no God, no savior of the people,

has unconsentually placed his seed in me.

I will not be reduced to a vessel-

an incubator,

an oven,

without a will to be a mother.

Love me

fully,

for all my deepest thoughts,

and roughest scars.

send vibrations,

up my skin

when you glide your fingers into mine.

or

Don’t.

Stop stringing me along like I’m your current favorite song,

and you’re caught between putting it on repeat,

or adding it to a vast list

with all the other songs

you loved.

I’m not in love

I’m just drunk off your exhale-

Your carbon dioxide.

I’m not interested in becoming some bride,

Trying not to misguide

All you are is some guy,

Don’t need to hire a private eye

To learn where my affections don’t lie.

I can wear what I want,

and just ‘cause my skirt goes a little short

gives no open invitation.

For your hand to go explore,

my thigh.

That’s a nether region

touch it once shame on you,

touch it twice,

and still the shame should fall on you.

no means no.

pushing your hands away,

when the music is just too loud to hear anyway,

is a non-verbal no.

Not a,

Try-harder,

Playing hard to get-

I don’t want to submit.

Words uttering from my lips,

but you’re not interested in the ones on my face.

Help,

I’m struggling in a tarpit

arms hold me down like shackles to a death row inmate.

The clothing that I wear

Shouldn’t cause you this affair,

you and Monstrosity

need to stop indulging curiosit

Girl, you being smart with me?

No sir, I’m just stringing words together,

there’s no fee-

for you it’s free, verse.

This only gets better.

It’s time you apologize

for spewing lies

assuming I’m judging

Shit I ain’t nothing.

Pull the race card

Think just because I’m a little white girl,

I feel entitled to the world?

Well I do-

and I believe you are too.

Stop throwing prejudice

There are no benefits.

Don’t call me a smart ass

without expecting me to fight back

Throw insults my way,

much to your dismay,

I’m a humanitarian

who won’t go quite like a librarian.

A quiet company,

dependable through the candlelight.

Till the flame chases the wick to another world, or

is lost in a puddle of melted wax.

Into the hours where we begin to mock,

the redundancy

of what we’ve become.

Like a traveler caught,

visiting the same breathtaking view.

Each time becoming

less and less surreal.

After the candles let out

the traveler

can feel his lungs.

In between the flickering

of the candlelight,

and the faint hum

of the laptop, set at half brightness.

Evenings to early mornings

spent,

filling words on a screen

in reminisce

of a dream.

thoughts of you  barricade

my path to sleep.

naked,

at the morning sun,

it prances into the room.

I still lie holding you,

willing the moon,

to overtake it’s successor.

These people confuse me.

Their faces-

Their lips that move.

We play connect the dots,

But never can I see,

What a beautiful picture all the lines would be.