What Happened

What happened?


What happened

To I love you?

To I want to marry you?

To the fact that I would always win?

Win over her

Win over your ex


What happened

To those thousands of texts?




What happened


To sailing into the depths?






Lines and names are essentially the same.


You don’t call me that.

That name has too much connotation,

Too much resentment.

That name has too many memories.


So then what’s left?

Certainly not clichés.

I’ve ruled them out.

Along with that other phrase.


The new ones:

Gorgeous       Transcending

Daring            Infatuating

Dear               Tempting

Things you think I’d like to hear.


So why are these all lines too?

Right there that you whisper in my ear.


Other girls heard these names too

Fall from your lips my love.

The same way I heard that name before

By guys I was only a booty call for.


The writer is trained so perfectly.

All of us are.

To use and manipulate words,

For good and for spar.


There’s hardly a name in the book

That hasn’t been used

To describe the other half’s muse.


So no not that one.

There he tried to get in my pants.

Nor that one.

Used by d-bags who hardly give a second glance.


There are Lines and Lines

On top of more Lines used as confines

Each a slightly different design used by human-like porcupines.


I happen to know she heard that one.

I happen to know when he said that I knew we were done.


Because lines and names are essentially the same

And I have no desire to fall within that cliché frame.




They all get mad when I’m not affectionate like that.

When the way I see it,

There’s only one of you who is mine.


Now try and count:

How many “babes” there’s been.


Try and count how many women

Were called:

Sweetie            Honey             Babe                Angel

Cutie               Doll                 Flawless


And worst of all:         queen               and      goddess.



There’s only one of you.

Only one, and only

One that’s mine.

Never to be summarized in a singular line.



On your knees

Hands on your lap

Assume your position

On the floor

Head down towards the mat.


I want “yes sir” only

As I do as I please

Never shall you directly

Look at me.


Your opinion, your mind

Becomes moot under me

My rule is final

In this one sided hell.


Give up




Under my strong grasp

Never may you have any room to thrash.


Continue reading “Subservient”

The Last Nice Thing

The Last Nice Thing


If you don’t stay

I’ll –

kill myself.


You’ll have pushed me

off the edge.

It’ll be your fault

if you don’t



So this will be

the last nice thing

I ever do for you.


“Hey… this is his –

now ex

I guess.

I’m not expecting anything

[since you’ll probably take his side]

but he did threaten,

to go off the deep end.”


“I’d hate to see him do that to himself”

“So don’t let him”





“Take these pills,

Once a day.”

He says.


“Take these pills

Once a day,

And you’ll be okay.”

He says.


Looking around the office

It’s white


Bright shiny objects-


Used to tell me what he’d told me too.


“Once a day,

When you get out of bed.”

“Don’t forget them.”

“This is all in your head!”


The pill bottle has a

White cap

“Twist here” “Childproof”

And an orange body.

“To be taken orally” “500 mg”


“You need medicated!”



I take the bottle in hand

From the drug store pharmacy down the street.

I’m not crazy.

Not in my belief.


Continue reading “Medicated”








I’m into all of that.





Oh my god

Me too!


You like that actor?

Then I can too.

That’s your favorite movie?

I’ll Google it to be able to talk to you.


Then I can suck it up.


I guess I can watch things of the such.



Because I’ll be anything

You want me to be.

What ever it is

I’ll be sure to agree.


So long as you tell me first,

What your interests are.


Let me introduce you to the

Shape Shifter




Whatever you have to offer

Allow me to come in and take.


Continue reading “ShapeShifter”