the legend of e. e. cummings

for all you know
orallofwhich
you
do not know
Icouldhavehungmyselfrightnow


w h y
did you
leave
me
alone
now
leave
me
alone

Unrestful. Awaiting.

A thousand kisses,

for to be a written saga,

in a corner of your neck. 

Wear it on a Stick

Someday when you will look away 
someday when you’re wound up,
someday when your attention span 
won’t let you concentrate.
Someday when you ignore me
I’ll bleed and make a scene
spit and scream and curse and bitch 
and be a drama queen.
Someday I’ll show you how it’s done
someday when it’s too late
someday I’ll rip my heart out and wear it on a stick

Bitter Black

depress you, elevate you
Soothe you, overload you, 
wake you and drown you 
deep down in tension
relax you and fill you 
up with mixed emotion
you cannot do without me
no sugar and no cream, 
no milk and not a truffle
unembellished, plain, and flat
I'm your bitter bitter bitter
bitter bitter black  

Simile

Like a Grammy to Punk
Like a broken elevator to a claustrophobe
Like an epidemic to a hypochondriac
Like sirens to a pyromaniac
Like "hold it right there" to a kleptomaniac
Like turbulence to an Iranian
Like clouds to a nude beach
Like a neighbor moaning in ecstasy to your loneliness
Like your wedding party to an ex
Like activity to still drying nail-polish
Like a virgin, no, never mind, forget about the virgin,

You fear me

Like maggots do soft tissue
Like gentlemen do free internet porn
Like leather shoes do blisters
Like tampons do a period
Like wounds do a scab
Like gums do their stitches after the extraction of wisdom teeth
Like a girl in her twenties does masturbation
Like travelers do motion sickness
Like football fans do a draw
Like a mother does her stretch marks

I love you

You- 2

A flawless woman,

Immaculate to such extent it hurts.

Smoking glamorously.

You are ruby red lipstick,

framing her in all elegance ,

smudging on her fingers,

marring her perfection,

 with every whiff she takes.  

You- 1

You are restless black tea,
swimming in a teacup,
of a breakfast in bed,
waiting for sheets;
freshly clean and white on mattress,
to recklessly tip over.

Melancholy Melodies

Let's pretend that you suffer,
a terminal illness,
highly contagious.
Come now,
let's kiss.

The Pillow

The pillow knows so many things

About the tears and why were they shed

When there is no one else around

The pillow’s there to hold your head

The pillow keeps the tears within

And dries them up all safe and sound

Then labels them in perfect order

Of what occasion they were found

You might have said it all before

You might have said it many times

The pillow listens silently

The pillow listens every time

If you have got a pillow

And you’re hurting and your sore

Why bother go look for a friend

If comfort’s what you’re looking for

Bitter Sweet

You’re sitting back and thinking
About what and where went wrong
Has she been seeing someone else
While it hasn’t been that long

Everything just came to fall apart
Why, was it her or you?
You’re sitting back and thinkin
About the things you could undo

She told you that she loved you
Could it have been a lie?
You promised you’d take care of her
And never make her cry

But she’d been crying much of late
She was a total mess
You said that things will be ok
And pressed her against your chest

Now you’re sitting there and getting high
On the remembrance of her smile,
Her precious face, her heady smell
Her matchless pleasant style

And you’re sitting there pretending
She’s always by your side
While she keeps drifting far away
Away goes your joy and pride

Now does she even think of you
Or does she regret the past
Has she fallen out of love
Has she moved on this fast?

Does she stay up and think all night
about the sweet days that you had
Does she even miss you
Should she be half as sad?

You thought you’d shake off thoughts of her
But they keep on coming back
Can it simply all be over?It’s way too hard to face the fact