Burning Roses

Affairs, incest and the things that get complicated.

One (Affairs).

I told you that,
during the day, I love you the most
you are half of me, I know
but
I told you this also
once my baby girl starts crying
you should go home

Two (Incest).

They say teenagers
should be lucky in love
in a love that speaks of lazy summer afternoons
beaches, movies, meadows, riverbends
we have all those, though slick with sin
but I've gotten used to you
and your butterfly kisses

Three (Triangles).

Your words are lovely
and my heart would sing
your message says one and only
like you truly meant it
but you wrote the wrong girl, idiot

Four (Broken Marriages).

I made you this once upon a time:

– a picnic spread with all your favorites
– a photo album of a years' worth of moments
– breakfast in bed
– lovely poems
– happy.

We're supposed to yell at each other
only when the house is on fire.

Five (Flings).

You will the first person I would remember
when I think of first loves and sweetness
when I taste my early-morning coffee
when I smell citrus, and exotic biscuits
when I remember rich colors and loss.

I do want more memories
but my life is not here.

Six (Long-distances).

You can tell me why you worry
when we're not skin to skin.

You can tell me what you're
so afraid of.

You can tell me all you want
about staying true
when you're here, babe

Seven (Stalkers).

I threw some scissors
and seared a butterfly in mid-flight
Was that how you caught me too?

This won't work out
if the only love you know
is desperate worship.

Eight (Star-crossed).

"I"

(kiss)

"don't"

(kiss)

"love"

(kiss)

you."

Don't you know
you're not supposed to matter
to me?

Nine (Forbidden).

I remember when we met, they were
rich, heady and alive with laughter
now they are dead lilypads on dead water
but it nice to remember the small graces
before reality catches up
like it always does.

It's bad enough you're a priest
but I'm a guy too

Ten (Break-ups).

Today I wake up with a charcoal heart
And light your roses afire
They blacken and char and melt
into endless pools of scarlet
Love burns quick too.

End.

Notes: Love is so complicated.

I'll write a happier one.

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