ManicWorld Magazine

I’m partly to blame
For this dynamic
All those dinners
I wished weren’t platonic
Now I’ve got
All this pointless love
Trapped inside my chest
Going nowhere
A one winged dove
Without a nest
This head of mine
Is a a crowded room
And I’m shoved in a corner
This heart of mine
Is a tired flower
Wanting to bloom
Another late night
Pouring into bed
All of these oysters
But not a single pearl
I’ll check the receiver
No messages returned
“It’s me again.
Still haven’t heard”
All the boys
Living in my phone
Never quite seem
To make me less alone
My reflection
In a black screen
The hardest trying boy
That you’ve ever seen
All those boys
Throwing palms at your feet
Will never amount to half
Of what you’d get from me
But I’m not blind
To your desires
His double vodka soda
And 28 inch waist
And I’m not blind
To my delusions
Another shattered scale
Gets throw into the waste
Does he even know
How to make you laugh
If it’s at his own expense?
Does he even know
Not to talk
About your dad?
And what am I
Besides a moth to your flame
Won’t you share
Just a little of your light?
And what am I
Besides a hound at your heels
Won’t you stay
Just for even one night?
What would it take
Just to fold your socks
Silence your alarm
What I would give
To drown in your laughter
Die in your arms
But I’ve got a temper
That’s always set to tender
And I’ve never met an enemy
As big as my ambition
And I never seem to learn
Any of my lessons
So I’ll keep it to myself
This dark chest of wonders
I’ll bide all my time
Cognac in the cellar
The persistence in me
Is a slow moving animal
And under my feet
Is a slow burning fire
What I’m trying to say
Are you free for dinner?