Dissatisfied

You only smile when you sleep
but somehow you think
you are happy.

Moving On

I carry my past
with me in scars
and thought patterns
but when the phantasma
has nothing to hold onto,
does it really matter?

Untitled

At least I have my words.

Your Fool

I am a fool for you,

let you lead me
to the brink
when I know
where the edge is,
let you speak to me
of our past
and possible futures
knowing you will
disappear
when the future comes.

I am a fool for you,
but this fool laughs
at your lack of clothes