run

a burning tire

or few

an abandoned fridge

beside the remnants of a fence

across the road

in her heart



hides goodness

behind the belief

that she's a monster



i say all the things she wants to hear

the only difference is,

i believe what i say

more than she believes what she hears



maybe she is a monster

maybe, readying to run,

maybe i'll take this one as a risk



prepared to lose

everything i have to kiss,

whats the worst that could happen

but honesty.



the truth is

my only best friend.



and she cant pretend

forever.



she wont.



unless honestly

she honors me.



poems do my thoughts no justice

words are unworthy slaves

cant rebuild the memory

of kisses as near misses

at her heart...



this is no place to start

a confession

but when no smoke sits between my lips

she slips between my mind



and i will not run

until the ceiling is crumbling



i will not bolt

until the earth

quake is opening



a labyrinth

the home of a beast

or a monster



even then

i wont forget

the way she curses like honey



her sneering laugh

and chipping of bomboclaa



simple moments cheer



even in losing

i would have gained everything.