I would say I’m pretty.
But ducking mirrors isn’t accidental,
There’s scars on my temples that aren’t ornamental.
I would say I’m raw.
That my flesh needs the warmth of yours to subsist,
But I’m just a child, and children persist.
I would say I’m fulfilled.
But patience and loving is all in the past,
I fought the riptide and sunk at half-mast.
But your smile was enough.
Had you held it a moment I would have forgot,
The heartbreak, the anguish, to hell with the lot.
And I thought we were immutable,
I thought we built a home.
Now you echo through my vacant walls
And I cannot help but hear.
A love unwritten
Comes less often than you might guess.
But with this much thunder
A guy can just wonder
Does it get worse than this?
I wrote something recently
I don’t know if you got the chance to see it,
It was marked with jealousy
And for the life of me I couldn’t shake it.
I broke something the other day
I don’t know if you got the chance to feel it,
If rocks once flowed together
Do we now not consider them whole?
Simple as we are
We are never simply simple.
Coffee and cigars
Leave an esophagus parched-
A cult following.
Shameel is at home,
Family across the world,
Great Fridays I plan.
Bring wine and send nudes
This haiku meant to spite you,
Red, cream and ice, boo.
I haven’t found the time to reach out lately,
I know, I know,
It’s tough getting away.
I haven’t found the nerve to make love lately,
She knows, she knows,
But wonders if I’m okay.
I haven’t found the might to laugh lately,
You know, you know,
This heightened disarray.
I haven’t found the heart to praise God lately,
He knows, He knows,
It seems I’ve lost my way.
I haven’t found the need to use words this way,
We know, we know,
The feeling’s probably here to stay.
My literature confused