• i.
    Emotions.
    Refusions.
    Dillusions.
    Confusions.
    Which comes first
    is a matter of man and time,
    unless neither are available,
    at which all realities collide
    into a spectacularly massive train crash,
    large enough at which it would appear
    that a asteroid took the wrong path,
    or
    an unstoppable force met
    an immoveable object,
    and resulted in undeniable nothingness
    with no reason
    or possible theories.






    ii.
    I will happily refuse
    to lay by your side,
    but dare I do as said,
    I know that you will unhappily agree
    to not turn me down.
    So I refuse to refuse.


    You say you will do as necessary.
    What is this ‘necessary’ that you speak of?


    Claim to love me.
    Love is nothing
    yet everything.






    iii.
    Let’s play a game.
    There’s only one rule.
    Don’t hurt.
    And if you do,
    lie about it.


    Don’t worry.
    I know you’re hurting already.
    So go ahead,
    lie to me.






    iv.
    he says that he’s not mad.
    he claims that he can forgive.
    he states that
    it
    is
    alright.

    but my stomach churns with denial.
    it knows that I wronged myself
    and you
    and him,
    though the fact
    that there is even an extra factor in this play
    makes me ache so,
    whisper in my ear that the painkiller will make it go away,
    please, whisper in my ear.






    v.
    I don’t feel creative today.
    Nor do I feel emotional.
    However,
    I do feel the need to put fingers to these buttons,
    and make use to my mind,
    no matter how it hurts.





    vi.
    I love you, child.
    and those red hearts on Algebra homework
    are sketched with your face in mind.


    Red hearts.
    Scarlet,
    Crimson,
    Wild strawberry,
    so many different shades of red,
    so many different shades of love,



    but they are all truly red.





    Aren’t they?