Guy.

“You’re not my type.”

But the eyes don’t lie.

And love, we might.

Let’s ride the high,

Gotta be your kryptonite.

No, don’t let my heart die.

Mime.

Life without a dime,

Deemed society’s crime.

You’ll be a mere mime,

In a race against time.

Art.

Killed with that smile,

Please let it last.

Paintings of you,

Made with brushes of lust.

Play with this child,

All night till dusk.

Now close up that mile,

Come into me fast.

Waver.

All you wanted was never ever;

I could be that never never ever.

She wanted that happily ever;

But I could be the one that wavers never.

We thought of forever never,

Damn we knew it wasn’t forever ever.

Come and be my ever lover,

I promise I’ll never ever.

Understand.

When I buy,

I don’t quite want it.

When I comply,

I don’t quite agree with it.

When I try,

I don’t quite fit in.

When I cry,

I don’t quite feel it.

When I lie,

I don’t want you to believe it.

When I bid goodbye,

I don’t want you to take it.

Haze.

A nostalgic scent

Of unwanted feelings and crying eyes;

Of unfulfilled dreams and hunger to succeed;

Of unfated soulmates and lingering touches;

Of unwritten poems and stashed thoughts.

The smell of haze

And a hazy future are synonyms.

A reminder of we’ve come far,

But not quite far enough.

Get-away.

Run away

From the world you loved,

They never understood your ways.

Fade away

From those dreams you had,

They won’t take off anyway.

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