Fickle

Fickle expectations 
Are rather wonderful.
Especially when a constant
Percolates 


For osi

humility

So foolish of me
to think I’ve escaped your grip
your empty grip
that stunts me with a morose force
of unfeeling

So foolish of me
to think that I can feel again
a sentiment for another
something warm and profound
something like love

Anything foolish
to fill this abysmal void
someone else
to pass the suffering upon
not me

Such foolish me
Just thinking of life
Where thoughts don’t cross
into your reality
but your voice
brings me to humility

monotone echoes
what a bare and limp narration
as dreams linger on

what thoughts are these
that bring forth a vertigo of sensations
and a grin oozing with defiance?

so dangerously weak
but not even blushing
so ignited -
surely to detonate on contact

falling from grace

with you inside
i sought grace
now falling
to my true self,
i wallow in my sordid desire

Victoria

a shadowbox of love broken
photographs and playlists,
a wine bottle opener from the vineyard,
old journal entries and poems
i try to get back to that time
when we first met
but these knick-knacks
are what's left-
     nothing more

strangled,
i no longer breath-in the bliss
of you and i
trampled,
this love burst to ashes
with a stake of accusations
through the heart of the innocent

i could stay here forever
exist miserably,
sustained on a mere hope
that this is a nightmare
as i wait to awaken
by your side one more time

...but i just choose to live