pretend

as butterflies rhapsodize
inside me
i try
rationalize
but they don't apologize
they flutter
(and not just
by)

in words i simply
wonder why
while inside
i'm fit to be tied

simple

at the expense of a spark
do i leave the dark
abandoned?
i somehow landed
in a mud puddle the size of your lies
so tell me
how wet am i

love is simple
this is the reason
the insidious nature of a million moments
is a fist fight taking place in my core
asking me 'what for'

my clothes stained, dirty
you can't tell
but i know.

real is never pretty

the remains
have stained
my picture perfect view
my heart's fists bruise my insides
on a slow ride
to nowhere
and you stare
make the fate of a faceless state
form every word pain uses
to become
concrete evidence
of the pounding hum
of constant
unyielding
agony
somewhere within me
someone
cries
out