Ah, my belle,
all’s not well;
your bouncing knee
outs your anxiety –
it’s your tell.

I love girls
with mounds of curls,
and romantic flirts
with frilly skirts
who take them for a twirl.

Sun-kissed skin,
generous grin,
gentle hands
with a wedding band –
world’s smallest violin.

You’re so goddamn smart,
but what of your heart?
Will you deny that the scars
that were on both of ours
were what drove us apart?

I know that you care,
I know that you’re “there”,
but don’t silence my voice;
don’t take away my choice.
Don’t you dare.

A call out of the blue
saying, “I miss you,”
gave me quite the start,
and shook up my heart –
What should I do?

The hunter’s bow
Crimson arrow
Pierce the beast’s hide
Pierce the organs inside
Lay my prey low.

What do you see
when you’re looking at me?
What possible grace
can you find in my face
when I only see acne?

I wish that this dinner
was a culinary winner,
but it turned out so black
I claimed it was attacked
by some kind of sinner.

Friend, go with grace,
and a smile on your face.
I’ll stay at the side
of your children and bride,
and guard them in your place.