fabricated...
but i still want to know why...
why do i still feel it...
and why do you still tease...
i'm such a sucker for a sweet talker
with a dirty mouth

mannequin

compose yourself and smile.
prepare for the trek- back to those you intended to inspire.
rehearse the lines for the questions.
who? what? when? and why?
shine up your plastic eyes you use to avoid the stares.
polish the exterior to hide the interior.
pretend to be inspiring,
even though all hope is lost.

candlelight dinners

Romance isn't made
it just happens.
but you...
you're a sucker
for construction

hidden in corridors,
people talking.
in swastika seats,
drones absorbing.
while all the while,
i'm floating.
to far away lands,
much more warming.

more sooner than later,
i'm crashing.

after a while,
it consumes me.
it pecks at my brain,
and it beats me.
the swastika seats,
they absorb me.

because home is too far
to hold on to.

hide and seek the truth

i found my heart
the other day,
it was hidden
behind the door.
i picked it up
and tried it on,
it seemed more
fragile than before.

i took it off,
for i could not
bear the pain
within my chest.
it just goes to show
what love can do,
for your love
hurt the best.

stoicism

when the only thing that
seems cathartic
is doing
nothing at all

how do you say happy birthday to the past?

Your eyes will contest
the year that has passed:
Broken & Bruised,
Bright & Tired,
Bear witness to the
changing age.
Enterprises sought, loves lost,
money gained,
and still your luck continues...
So to your new beginnings
as an older man,
and cheers to last year's memories.
Happy Birthday,
my dear friend...
I hope it brings all you may please.