Come sit by me

and squeeze the

hope from my kiss.

My toxic levels

settling on your lips.

Sacred are these

words that fit,

when they’re filled

with the emotional

bile pumping from my chest…

Play me to the beyond, and call me lovely today. Perhaps, then I will stay. Though truly you never will be able to tell where I’ll wind up, once my crazy heart goes on display. For, it’s a gamble, you see. The paler shades of printed words, between me and thee. So sit your cards down, that I may counter them with mine. I no longer have an ace up my sleeve; no, not this time…

And even though, love seems so distant and surreal. “The absence is keenly felt, but now the gaps can be refilled.”

-HMG