Stepping Stone

I am a reassurance

Not a primary pick

Make-do for the moment

To get by

A stepping stone

Testing the waters

Sinking on the first one

Or even stepping a few hops

Eliciting pleasure

And discarded

Soon after

Useless

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Hate Poem

I am grateful

For the baby steps

For the little things

For the little flaws

They are making it easier

To despise you gradually

Increasing day by day

But I am waiting anxiously

For when my indifference

Will outweigh

My hopeless attachment

Pathways

Exchange is meant
To and fro, flowing serenely
Without protest, with assurance
Smooth transition
Carving ways slowly
Softly
Carefully
Treading light footsteps
Cotton balls of passion
Compromise
Thread and needle
Tight seams
Refusal as acceptance
Coloured red string
Harmoniously spaced
Smooth tugs
Wreathed in
Incorrect stitches undone
With mutual unraveling
Without a thread
There is no cloth
Without a trickle
There is no pathway
Without acknowledgement of fences
There is no harmony
Without limitations
There is no understanding

Self-Loathing

I put thoughts into your head

And see myself as you do

Not the best of who I am

But possibly the worst

I cringe, I protest, I try to reassure

Letting my worst judgment reign over myself

I think you see me like I see myself

I know you see me like I see myself

I wish, I hope, I pray it is not true

I try to feign indifference sadly so

But deep inside my mind I crouch and hide

With only myself in whom to confide

Run

You were at the tip of my fingers

The first thing on my mind

Embedded deep in my heart

And the last to fall behind

 

Now my finger tips are severed

My mind is such a mess

My heart only a muscle

As you vanish ahead of the rest

 

Only Yourself

I thought I knew better

Taking people at face value

You do not see it

But there is always a glint

Behind them

Concealed so well

Be good

But never deceived

Trust nothing

But yourself

Always