Crush

Crush

I have a crush
His words are like magic
His expression doesn't change
He waltzes in and out of rooms
Leaving emptiness in his wake

I have a crush
I have not met him
And I'm certain I never will
For to break the glass of perfection
Would be the breaking of the spell

Brain

 

I never liked summer.
It made my brain explode
With judgmental light
Of two faced prisms

Never Broken

I never thought I would be so broken to accept the truth of this life.

The Idiot

The Idiot

Do you see that you might be
An idiot
One who pretends
One who mimics
Do you understand that you're a clown
String on a string
You think that makes you special
No.
That makes you human
No.
Try as you might
You dance as they tell you to.