I take a step back
and the picture is clear
for the first time
in over a year.
Your intentions,
though well meant,
have crushed my heart
and left my soul bent.
I see what you hide
is bursting from your skin
and your true colors
show in the lies you spin.
The fire between us,
burns hot, can you tell?
No longer from passion,
but from the bowels of hell.
Down the rabbit hole,
we all go a little mad.
Best drink up, Alice.
Of all the things I learned
from the disaster we called love,
there are two lessons
that amongst the others, stand above:
how to walk away when it’s bad
and how to make the perfect cup of ramen.
How long have I served
as your hardwood floor?
You pace on my back
with your feelings, unsure.
How long will I last?
When will the boards break?
From the abuse you perfect
with each step you take.
Maybe time will tell
if these squeaky boards will last
but from the view of the floor,
it’s hard to forget the past.
A short nap,
five hours gone by
and I awake to noise
and slowly I try
to see just what,
what’s happening here
as I approach with caution
these boxes I fear.
What is this clutter
affixed to my floor?
Why are you packing?
I want answers, I implore.
Have you gone mad
or is this a dream?
Just don’t pack my things
as part of your scheme.
Now, if you’ll keep it down,
I will get back to sleep
so no more commotion,
I don’t want to hear a peep!
Belly up to the bar
and tell me your woes
I’ll give you an answer
to defeat your foes
just be sure to pay
before the doors close
and don’t forget to remember
a man reaps what he sows.
Good things come
to those who take them
and greed wins out
as evil runs from root to stem.
Only the good die young
in a slow and painful way
while evil lives forever,
healthy every day.
The poison seeps in deep
as virtue can not last
with every choice you make,
the simple die is cast.
Written in blood
on a paint stripped wall
under the dim light
of one light bulb
a declaration of love
that cuts to the heart
both literally and figuratively
with needle and dart.
Being a liar
sure makes you a real boy.
The nose always knows.
Morality,
bankrupt, belly-up,
broken to the core.
Honesty,
lost, lonely,
left upon the floor.
Virtue,
hopeless, heartless,
habitually a bore.
Hatred,
rampant, ruthless,
resting at your door.
Autumn Siders 