Smoke and Mirrors

Red lined scars
holding dark spots
like bruises on skin.

Messages inside thighs
encrypted codes
that read about
your warn out insides.

Attitudes and observations
sunken anticipation
disrupted by
unforeseen circumstances.

Knotted up stomachs
irregular heart beats
head hanging in hands
peaking through your fingers
all you see is
smoke and mirrors.

Joker

Cold bruised broken hearts
melting into nothing.
That feeling you have
involving sweat soaked hands
clutching rib cages
hoping to hold the bones
tightly.

When the pain turns to numbness
you know you have finally
done it right.
Brain holes
chunks missing
from the weekend.

Desperate to be accepted
placing yourself on the outside
watching it all crumble
like a joker
smirking sideways.

Head Shakes.

The pursuits that are laid out
 in our dreams
always seem to blend
with our reality.

Its dark when you are here.
Maybe its all the same.
Except that its different when
we lay together.
Its different when
we wake together.

Your words spilled out
from your tongue
forming sentences
that always sound
like lyrics
to my favorite songs…

Empty truths…
playing games
in my mind
causing uncertainties
that flash between
what I want and
what it is…

Maybe we will never know?
This blurred tie
that snaps back
every time i let you go.
You come back in.