INVERSE

Beautiful fair lass, Shrinking away from the light - Like a moonflower.

Cannot stomach secrets- They just make me sick. Dirty thoughts and actions That no one else can bear. Yet you keep feeding me more Of that which I cannot digest. How much more can I take Before my dam bursts ? Can you tell the world Your every action And hold your head high Against each reaction? Adolescent crimes With late repentance. Never ending guilt For their misplaced confidence. Unshared emotions feel so alone- No, not even with you. Some opinions, feelings and actions Will go silently into my grave.

Bright sun at midday - Charring skin and earth alike Praying for water.

A love like ours is a solid ball, pitching back and forth between two kids that don't really know the game. Perfectly spherical at first, shiny, smooth, but also slippery. Each time we dropped it, it chipped a little bit off- a sharp pointy edge to remind us of its fall. Now its not smooth any more A mass of jagged corners That cuts us with each pass. We can only wish for those days When each throw was a joy. I dropped the ball, More times than I can count. You're the better player, but You've slipped up too. Oh no, here it comes- My hands are already bleeding. I can see your blood on the edge And that makes me feel worse. I wonder if you hate the game now? "Do you want to stop playing ? I'll play as long as you want to." Each one waits for the other to say "enough". But don't you wish for that new ball that once was? I wish I'd played better. I hate when my mistakes Cause your hands to bleed. ...