buzzin'

I am simply too odd to be anybody’s girlfriend.

I know how the story goes;

One plain day

I’ll be about minding my business

that’s when I catch his eye and he, mine

we will smile and be shy

until one of us musters up the boldness to break the dizzying cycle and say a few words

and this proficient-with-his-conversation type of man will utterly abolish me

yet I still end up meeting him every evening at seven,

for eighteen months straight

and on the five hundred and forty-eighth day he will annihilate the curvature of my spine

and claim my insides no longer mine…

trapped in his chambers

he leaves me and I will cry; until I drown

and the near death experience is enough to shake me back to my senses

only then will I leave.

My War on Love has yet to be conquered.

I fear I may never.

I fight an effortless battle amongst skilled marksmen

Whom of which are quick with their tongue and merciless  with emotion.

Such a skirmish has already coast me my virginity, my credence, and my overall sanity

but it has yet to assassinate my heart.

Could I ever really live without my heart?

“An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth” 
the principle of lex talionis.

I mean if this is the motto I lived by everyone I know would be walking around unperceptive and with a mouth full of blood and gums.

Chalking them up as “lessons learned”, leaving each extracted body part at the exsact spot were it was plucked.
We move along like there isn’t a thing to see here…

While the philosopher who conjured up this thought and his fellow believers of this here simple little life motto scurry swiftly behind us following the trail of blood and teeth like the yellow brick road, collecting every last causality hoarding them away in the safety of their innocent looking picnic baskets.

Life lessons converted into money,
Making deals with the damn tooth fairy, one she can’t quite refuse.
All the bounty and none of the long, grueling work.
Very straightforward.
Cash in hand before they even got there
The Alliance Tighter Than Air.

They make a killing off fairy tales and biblical terms
or maybe it’s just the era…

Woe
be
the
girl
who
falls
in
love
with
love.

My second wind usually comes to me sort of
emphysematous
on its last-leg
straight spent.
Rightfully so,
after all
it’s been doing circus acts in my head all day long
and not to mention the full ballet recitals and miles of bike trails as well,
I understand how it arrives to me weary.
But that’s when it’s at its best
With that lackadaisical look
running off my own natural endorphins
recklessly shocking every nerve in my body
mixed with me finally taking a moment
to open my fuckin’ mouth
and gather the perfect balance of oxygen to level out all the acid I’ve let seep in.
..naturally high