Civil war

With the tip of my fountain pen

Bending into this blank page,

There was a churning bottomless resentment,

Which then spurred into rage.

Ink splats like a shot wound,

Tore through my ribcage.

Arrows plunged through my back,

As he catapulted yet another lie.

Was I ready for another battle?

Well, I just let out a sigh.

Stark

When everything seems so dark and lonely

That time I’m wishing, oh gosh, if only,

Something will emerge from my blue.

Maybe I’m wrong, or maybe it’s true…

Maybe you appeared when I needed you.

Flat white

Don’t give me sticky toffee

I’m only but a trophy

A time to pass the coffee

To pretend you’re not phony

Don’t give me platitudes

Don’t call it gratitude

Just spin and stir some story

Sugarcoat, stripped, in refined glory

I’m cold as ice, split the price

I’ll take two, oh no, just one

I know you want to see inside

But you won’t see where I’m coming from