August Confessions

when I think there's nothing more to be felt
you raise me toward Heaven, then cast me down to Hell
my August confessions
turned into Thursday night lessons
and though I'm the dejected vision of a fool
you're who embodies everything cold and selfish and cruel

so I succumb to drastic measures to again reclaim my heart
self-promising to tell the forgery of your feelings apart
from the unruly appetite of your colossal ego
so that I may be positioned to escape and be free though
the devil inside me gifts you with clairvoyance to repossess me
and I'm recaptured and happy for a moment in time, if only briefly

Hologram Heart

Tears From a Sad Girl