Sweet Nothings is Nothing

I have grown weary of these nothings, Once they were sweet, now they are nothing. Words flow tepid and forced, Cold glue. I will keep to myself, And you to yours. Life is fleeting, There is no place for this masquerade.

You can’t have me

………………………… I don’t want you to. I am mine.   She can have me. For her, I’ll be hers, Even if she will not be mine.

Ice King

His heart is the beautiful clear clean glass of a bright ocean, Always smiling and never smiling. Slow is the rhythm in his chest, Fast are the feet that spirit him away from affection. Enchanting, a cold starful night, The vacuum within the vacuum, Drawing relentlessly, As he himself is drawn…inexorably. A smooth touch and …

Burn You

What burns you? What eats you? I want to be the one to burn you. I want to be the one to eat you.

The Death Of Me

Thoughts in flight, Leaving my mind empty, Filled only with juvenile fantasies Of….. you….. and me, of U.N.I. On fire you set me, I burn gladly, to cinders Of pure dreams and affection, But like the lover, jealous and stupid, I can’t but feel that your dreams and affections Another has. Then thoughts, angry and …