red lights are no regrets

It’s been ten years since I was a stupid boy in love, and I still dream of her. Even after all the stories that seemed close to life but didn’t pan out in the end.

3 years since the last time I saw her from drunken eyes. She still tried to call me the next day after all my rage of a decade screamed at her, with frustration those were the lies we both told about each other.

The dream gave a shared view of the luxury we weren’t, as if living without our past of anger. A dream living this way, inside of a house that wasn’t mine.

God why did it have to be her, the last time I dreamt of her everything came true. It only did because none of our goals were in it.

It was only a dream, that’s not how I live my life and that ship has sailed long ago without me. By mistake or by choice, I have to keep pressing though these red lights

boredom

for all the sleepless nights...
this was not one of regret...
or sorrow...
this was of lifestyle...
the long nights of weekends...
alone, drinking, and pressing through...
the silence has stronger madness...
compulsions aren't what they use to be...
and sleep doesn't come as easy...
in silence...

Lust to Lust... then to Love

    Lust captures the hollow beasts eyes, tempting without fear, as in there is no heart here that believes in everything is without consequence when there is only hollow emotions played as a ritual.

Till the silence grants a moment eyes lock mechanically instinct of the baser beasts, this will be the dance, their dance of ever that beasts never relive in heart.

Stalking with lust in heart, burning for the connection if only once, it was all the beast cared about, the reason it lived.

With gentle love of red lips pressing to the beasts mouth, unaware of anything all focus of lust is lost, from where the hollow heart sat silent warmth came bring its soul that which was impossible.

This was love, this was life, nothing before this was true, believing in the past was just settling with the motions with no heart or soul.

It was all here now from red lips that rose the soul from nowhere; this was true everything that was a myth could pull from hell to this bliss