Poetic Antic {Page 115}

Mine


There is something about you
I can't quite figure out
Why do I feel this way?
You're not even mine

Words you've spoken
Yes, they've eased my mind
But my heart is troubled, still
My feelings put on hold

One of these days, I fear
All my control will disappear
I'll want and have expectations
Things I wonder if you'll cater

Love eludes me
Try as I might, it slips through
Hands turned to fists
I find comfort in violence

Poetic Antic {Page 114}

No Lie


The lights are off
The heat makes me sweat
Stretched out on the bed

Soft noises I keep hearing
I let out a sound
How alarming

I move to a cool spot
Sink my body deeper
Leave a mark forever