I wrote before
about a duality,
a split-
a division of affection
that I feel once more.

But then I was more innocent,
and saw a soul
divided in twain-

Now I see double
for there are two to see.

It is strange,
wanting the kiss of one
untrusted

and hungering for
the simple company
of one who will forget
you all too soon.

Even stranger
Is the longing
That none of this
Would exist,
That I can pull myself
free of this mire
And sail on,
Relaxed and happy.

In all probability,
no one will ever
return my affections, so...

But at least I have
that picture of Hiddleston
I taped to the fridge.

She's back!
Fiery hair and soul
burning bright
where she belongs.
She is life,
a bubbling smile
and laugh that carries
and warmth and-

It can take awhile,
but the heat of the sun
can warm earth,
who then jealously clings
to light it was given.

I can't do all i want to-
All I need to-
I'm fading so quickly-
A star collapsing
Before it began to shine-

I don't deserve
him I find cute.

He is sweet,
and caring,
though like all humans
it is not true
of all times.

but I am fool,
and a growing failure,
a drunk I fear-

how can I,
pathetic little me,
hold a candle to his grace?

Rage,
goddess,
my muse,
my Terpsichore,
sing my rage,
dance my rage

Do not let me fail-
Do not let me falter-
I Will Not Accept This

it is not my fault.
please,
lover,
the only faithful one i've ever had-

don't let others,
fools,
cruel pathetic ones
who did not think
ruin me,
ruin us-

Rage,
goddess,
bank my rage.
Do not let me fail.

Give me some other way to go.

Broken,
jagged,
enough rough edges
that one let close
could snap off a piece,
leaving what remains
more ragged than before.

am I then brave
or foolish
to let one in?