I’m just the diamond they bring out and flaunt
Not allowed to stick around, only to be bought
Something to show off and flash to the world
The envy of most of the boys and the girls
My company is inviting and my mind so clever
When you claim me, you have me, but never forever
The boys all too careless and the men all too selfish
A guy who will hold me always, has always been my wish
I’m more than a diamond they want to show off
I’m a lover, a thinker, a fighter, a wreck and the boss
They smother, or smudge me, but can’t darken my shine
Diamonds are the hardest thing around, keep that in mind
"You can’t cry on a diamond’s shoulder, and diamonds won’t keep you warm at night, but they’re sure fun when the sun shines."
-Elizabeth Taylor
Wednesday, August 5, 2015
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Wear the Years
You go in, you strip down
Lie on the bed, adjust your crown
Heavy hangs the head of he who wears the years
They inspect you, inject you
They look you over, tell you what you should do
Never in the future will you look the way you once did
Stand in front of the glass, staring back at your past
The only mirror that shows our flaws is the one we’re looking at
Come find me, confide in me, I’ll hold you close and give you cover
You say the only thing that will touch this face, are the lips and hands of your lover
It’s so much worse when you stand inside your own head,
I pray the voices are silenced when you have me in your bed.
Tuesday, June 9, 2015
Saccharine
I’m standing at the top of this cake,
Wondering who will take your place.
The frosting rises up over my feet.
It’s just like your lies, so sugary sweet.
I’m sinking in the quicksand of our love.
Trying hard to balance through all the push and shove.
I’m choking on the sample of this wedding life.
This flavor is too saccharine; I know it’s not right.
Combining all the ingredients in a bowl
Pretending they mix and don’t burn my soul
Folding in your cold truths and hypocrisies
Blending it all with my heart and insecurities.
Assembled everything and set the tables
The flowers all preened and in their vases
The anthem begins, noting the time is near
Everyone rises to look, but you aren’t here
I shake my head and begin the climb down from this cake
Give me some time, I’ll find someone else who wants to bake
Hand me the knife and I’ll cut myself a piece
The room begins to empty, and the band begins to cease
Labels:
A Single Man,
Bad Romance,
being gay,
boyfriend,
break up,
Dangerous,
Dessert,
Emotions,
ex-boyfriend,
Freedom,
future,
Heartache,
heartbeat,
honesty
Monday, May 11, 2015
Next Time
The crazy ecstasy rolls for hours,
and you gasp for air as the feelings climb.
Joy explodes like blooming flowers,
the petals fall, I wonder if there is a next time?
Your eyes are powerful; they match your stem,
direct contact is deadly, because I’ll wilt in the end.
Our bodies wrapped around like ivy,
sprouting upwards, reaching towards the sublime.
The thorn in my side falls out and disappears
when you tell me you can’t wait for next time.
Sunday, May 3, 2015
The Fire Was in My Head
There was a fire inside my head
You struck a match, you struck me dead
Trying to burn me down, smoke me out
The crackling flames drowning my shouts
Now you’re just something I lost in the fire
Me head burning, I can’t walk this wire
You push and you pull, change your mind and you’re done
I can’t stick around, save my life, gotta run
There was a fire inside my head
You struck a match, you struck me dead
Trying to burn me down, smoke me out
The crackling flames drowning my shouts
Now I’m just something you set on fire
My body burning, you’ve smothered all desire
I spin and turn, watch the flames till their done
I spiral around, Phoenix rise, now I’ve won
What love we had you sizzled to ash
Now there’s no going back
It started when you turned ugly and mean
Your words pouring the gasoline
You put a fire inside my head
You struck my face, I struck you dead
Tried to burn me alive, I found my out
Push you on the fire, no one heard you shout
Now you’re just something I lost in the fire
Labels:
Bad Romance,
being gay,
boyfriend,
break up,
ex-boyfriend,
Italiano,
Men
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