Love poems

Subway sandwich

She was different around him 

Maybe she was afraid too 

Maybe just afraid of losing her paycheck 

I don’t know 

But I don’t think she was fooled 

Just not brave 

He screamed he wasn’t angry 

He shook and screamed 

Oh no, he wasn’t angry

I was the crazy one 

I talked to her alone 

And his text demanded a subway sandwich

“Don’t you dare buy him a sandwich” 

He wasn’t around and she was suddenly brave. 

“Don’t you dare.”

I texted back. 

“What do you want on your sandwich?”

A poem, maybe? “Things”

Things I hate

Mean people

Crulity

Greed

Politics

People that alway think they are right

Apathy

Flies

Car crashes

Wolves in sheep’s clothing

Death

Things I love

Art

Poetry

Dogs

Tacos

The laughter of children

My son

Sunlight

Kindness

Mohawks

Plaid

Crooked Smiles

Compassion

Poetry

Music

Flowers

The mysteries of life

Life

Knives in my eyes

You said there were knives

In my eyes

And my tongue split into a fork

You said there were lies

On my lips

And the lines off my hips

Formed sways of sins

But I tell you this now

You never really knew me

And if you want to kill me baby

Then take the knives from my eyes

If you want to taste me

Take the fork from my tongue

But I tell you this now

You never really knew me

At all 

mirrors

he says he never

looks in the mirror

he expects to see someone

better

handsome

charismatic

But I think he is all of those things

Ironic

Every time I look in the mirror

I expect to see a goblin

but instead it’s this girl

with magenta hair

and I’m not her at all

it feels fake somehow

 

But he is handsome

I’m the goblin