What are you looking at?
I am different...

Stop
I told you to stop...

Bare feet scrape against slick asphalt
She smiles at the rain...

I just wanted you to
Hold me...

A letter to my grandfather...
Papa...

Brazen arms pulling in tight
holding her close against him...

Passion burning in my chest
flames licking at the walls of my gut...

Words thrown like double edged swords.
slicing the tension...

The man sat down and put his head in his hands,
tears streamed down his cheeks...

A lonesome dove crooning to the night
Singing a song of hurt...

Your eyes once burned me with infatuation
Searing memories into the back of my eyelids...

Bound to the truth that there is no truth.
Hurt by lies, molested minds...