Devour

As I take that strand of hair
From over your eyes,
I think at how I dare
To meet your guise.

That blunt stare
That pierces my heart bare.
You have no mercy
As you let me see
That you don't need me
But as a devotee.

Am I mistaking,
As I am aching
For your forsaking
Or my soul breaking?

You hold the power
That I once did.
You will devour
All that I undid.

Satisfaction

Why is there such satisfaction
In this horrid attraction
For removing people
From my life?

Why don't I have the patience anymore
To simply wait and endure
Their fleeting bickering,
Their constant wondering?

Why don't I crave for more
Of their presence
And input of essence?
Why is it a bore?

I just don't care.
Don't even want a stare.
There's no bad blood or hate,
I just don't have more time to wait.

People that thought they knew
My life better than I
Act all surprised now that I threw
My knowing them up in the sky.

I grew tired of making compromises
And looking for disguises
That would meet their expectations.
Yet, they would bring accusations.

They knew nothing of me,
Nor did they really care to see.
There was no chance for acceptance,
Only means for a presence
Without an essence.

I am not that.
But I was kind.
Now, I call it flat
As I unwind

I need no more their presence.
I just want clearance
And their non-interference

Home Run

They say the strongest fortresses
Fall with the loudest sounds.
The most righteous ones
Break the biggest bounds.

They say the coldest hearts
Lie in the warmest people.
The higher you climb,
The deeper your ground.

Could this be
The victim loves her perpetrator syndrome? Stockholm...?

A door that needn't be opened
Was a bit broken

And through it all
Temptations would crawl.

The straight, firm "no"
Would crumble below
The curious "yes"
And it's lean simplesse.

What's there to be done
When this has all begun?
Even if it were to be shun,
It'd still be a home run .