Author: headgeek

The only ones who are “discrete” do bad things, like spies. Or a spouse that cheats, or other people that tell lies.

You were the spark That ignited a flame Burning my soul. The Phoenix, Enflamed Reborn.

Our Venn diagram used to overlap heavily, But you have pulled it apart to the point It looks like a butterfly, With little core in common. Your rampant hedonism, My self authoritarianism, We barely know one another any more. And I miss you dearly mi amore.

You are angry Because it is true.

There is a hole in my life where you were That nothing else can fill. A dark, empty Void.

Frolic on the surface, Or dive into the depths? Below there be monsters and treasures, breathtaking and breath taking. Can you face the risk or must I dive alone?

You are the salt on my tongue, tiny slices, making me raw and enhancing the flavour of life.

We move our pieces around, The pre-set moves constraining. As we play your game, removing pawns from the board, eliminating choices and options until you are in checkmate, Cornered. Angry. Lost.

The moon on the snow As bright as your eyes, and yet As cold as your heart.

You touched my soul. But you touched their bodies.