ATL

You open like a can of pigs' feet, girl. - Twins

I wish you could see what I see. - New New

At thirteen, girls are like comic books: loaded with adventure, easy to understand, and cost no more than a quarter.

Boy, you're shaken like a stripper. Tighten up.

pleasure turns to the pain
of the lessons learned from the strain
of the questions burned in my brain
about whether love is humane
in its touch
these thoughts are like salmon
swimming upstream
in the tears of your deceit
fighting the current hurt
that kills more than is created
by the chaos of our intertwined emotions
chaotic because the anchor
of eros' arrow
has been plucked from the vessel
of my undying infatuation
separation not as simple
as the distance between us
my mind no longer possessed
by the demons
that had been the overseers
of my enslavement to your lies
the seeds of these lies
rooted so deeply
they have cracked the foundation
of what we once shared
allowing the faith in us i had sealed inside
to gush out like a river
ripping the image of our future together
from my thoughts
as violently and as brutally
as if it were a child being taken
from his mother's arms
i'm left surrounded in darkness
but i refuse to be swalloed by it
my loneliness like the night air
invisible to the eyes, obvious to the touch
in its cold uncomfortableness
yet if i could do it all over again
to lay down and let love die
just stay down and let love lie
no, no, not i
i'll stay 'round and let love fly
even though i have seen
its darkest form, deceit
nothing else could taste this warm
or feel this sweet.