Play

Going to sleep in my own bed
Warm, secure
With aching thoughts of you
I wake up in the middle of a highway
Cold, bewildered
Looking for your eyes in speeding lights

Will you find me
With a touch
Afterall, it doesn't take much

Stop
Oh, play
Play me
Play with me
Just play
As long as you stay
It's okay
Play
Oh...

Running away from people
Lost, fixed smiles
And the inanity of everyday conversation
I'm talking to you instead
Uncensored narrative
What are the words saying, love?

Will you hear me
Will you take them as such
You don't say much

Stop
Oh, play
Play me
Play with me
Just play
As long as you stay
It's okay
Play
Oh...

More

You say I'm easygoing
That's as it may be
Enjoy it while it lasts
I don't own you, you don't own me

You're on my mind
But my heart's not in it
I'm going to need so much more
Don't unleash the beast if you can't feed it

I know what I want, I know what I said
You're playing with fire, burning dreams that have bled
I do want you, don't make that face
There's more to me than leather and lace

Yes, I want to be the woman in your bed
Only if I'm also the woman in your head

Past Return

What time is it, love?
Is it right past bed
Is it going to be loneliness
Where the sheets have bled

What place is this, love?
Is it right past sense
The tick tock of a broken clock
The air heavy with silence

Who are you, love?
Are you right past love
Seen too much, felt too much
Too much for happiness

What do I do, love?
I'm right past return
I needn't, shouldn't love you
I never seem to learn

Online

Us
We exist in a flurry of hotel rooms
We live on the internet
Flitting through thoughts
Making appearances in conversations with other people

Us
Are we real?
We are more a phenomenon
Than a physical entity
We are a rebellion, against probability

Us
We are rooted in different worlds
Will you show me yours?
I want to give you a place in mine
Come home, love

Come home
To this small studio on the terrace
In this soulless city
It's a safe place for us to love
For us to breathe
For us to be...
Us

Fiction

Questions for idle nights

Have you ever loved a fictional character?

Yes, I have

A character you created

A character I liked

And embellished

Respected, then loved

Then worshipped

Too good to be true

He died a slow, ugly death

And now I have hundreds of pictures in my phone

Of a stranger

Of a man I never really knew

Masturbation

Hanging by a thread
Between slumber and rationality
In a dream... no, a fantasy
All of me, but a finger in reality

Antisocial

I don't have your skin of lies
The protective sheen of a fake smile
The clothing made of clichés
That you would never dare to mean

I'm an open wound
Ugly and real
I'll bleed for you, but I'm not smart enough
To be able to tell if you're worth it

I keep getting prodded
Scratched at and spit on
So I like to stay at home alone
Under the band-aid you call "antisocial"