Poison Kat Cookies

The Holes Of My Sweater

I am crumbling scratch papers

And wiping my snot with my pink sweater

Staring sadly at my failed goals

From the table of constraints, there is a–

Family photo I want to distance myself from

Apologies to my sweetest lover, even if

I were there with you under the sheets

This will never give you the heat

I feel the chills in my fingertips

As I hold the coveted control in my hand

In the mirror, I see sanity in my tired eyes

I tried to hold back the manic laughter

Seems like a whole new change

The scratches on my throat

I did it in frustration, desperate–

To make an escape for I can’t breathe

Addiction of mine is making a comeback

Another episode of self-destruction

Fungible

Here is to more wishes he was here

To remove the guilt of him fleeing

He did not take with him

He should return my receipt–

But for what more use does it have

My being is not wholly mine

Just cold rotten milk waiting

Seal is broken, I cannot turn back

I believe by only his hands

To pick me right back up

Because I was not replaceable

Until he put my value down

By him, I want to be disposed of

Contemplating–

To force me out of his shelf

Welcome, temporary bliss

He only knows me if he wants a tease

Someone to simmer down the craving he feels

Escape Me, City

I am a dead vessel travelling alone in a city

An image of regret, and resentment, there are–

Street lights illuminating in my bloodshot eyes

Down to my lips, to my tear-streaked cheeks

Feels like a movie to reminisce under street lights

How ironic it is to feel blue under my own stars

Cold night and gazes isolate my reality, yet

Heat from the city itself is a comforting embrace

The wind in the bridge whistles silent pleads

It makes me want to jump and be left to drown

I want to watch the moonlight from the under

Let the water envelop me with nothingness

I know someone from here. Worthless but satisfying

A local who took the opportunity to bruise my lips

While my eyes were closed, and consent were loose

Thorns and grief rapidly grew on the cracks of the asphalt in my heart

Where that particular someone could fit right into

Wild grasses and dreams thrived scattered all over the deserted space

And here I am, barely fighting for a place to fill

I took a pill to calm my palpitating heart and feelings

Lean myself back on the clouds, and so did my inklings

Which are pointless

Just as my purpose of life, I am the–

Melancholic affection that seems like it’s everywhere in the city

But every time I try to confront it myself, it fades away

I know it lingers, in deep dark alleys of my mind

Where trash and I can be thrown away carelessly

The feeling may never go away

Begging for What is Left

What is left to me

Is the question of when will you return

Will you ever?

Bring the sunflower back to my garden

Lay with me?

As the meteor shower grants us wishes

Our witness is the night sky

Is there any possibility of you

Mustering the leftover affection

From your heart

This might be silly to ask

Will you say the words 'I love you' again?

For I selfishly don’t want this to die

The greed of not wanting to let you leave

Is occupying my mind

Every single time

Will you tell me?

When you come back

Will it be for the love or your goodbye

You Placed My Glasses on the Nightstand

You forgot where you put my glasses

After the hours of mischief

Playing robbers and cops, the kisses

Will never let you go, my lifeline

We blame the goldfish, swimming

In the fishbowl silently waiting, scheming

Made you forget where the glasses are

Your version of me sadly deteriorated

In the depth of its fishbowl territory

Our arguments echo through the hall

In its tiny stone castle’s cold floor

Your stolen memories laid bare as a bone

In your bed, we’re trying to dig up

Important memories you must’ve misplaced

In your stay to the dreamscape

This could be romantic, if and only if–

I can pull you out of this situation

You’d be warming my hands, supposedly

But wiping tears on your face, regrettably

You are like, I love– who?

You don’t know what I am crying for

Forgot why you’ve loved me before

Desperation weighs more than my beliefs

Let my tears be the offering to the gods

You’ve become like an air bubble

Empty of recognition, I am now a stranger

It’s fine if my glasses stay missing

If the condition is, you are found

Your Prayers for Me

You go to church every lord's day

How can you pray while my nakedness
Rewinds in your foul mind
You kneel before your god
When you make me kneel before you a lot

When the blessed birds sing
I hope you hear my pleads for mercy
How will you escape your sins?
As the church bells ring

May you feel the weight of my hands
As I slap you on your chest and arms

Through you, and you, my blood shed on thy sheets

What will you do to make the most out of this?

To make the punishment worth getting
As you ask for forgiveness
Include me in your novenas
For I also need saving from the devil

I’ve created in the image of you.

Blue Skin

You screamed at me

Longing for something blue

So I drank—

Colloidal silver for you

Finally, I can be

Your favorite too

Be what you’re seeking for

The prize is your heart

I may not make it out alive

Notice what

You’ve pushed me to do

To be deemed

Deserving of you

The Other Side of the Story

Someone needs to man up

Be truthful as he wasn't

Years ago the lies he made
To conceal the holes

Escaped the consequences
Like a man he is

You don't need my apology
nor I need yours

Just to set facts straight
That differ from mine to yours

I regret my rashness
But why keep a liar?

He is a cheater in the making
Shouldn't you be asking?

Rather than dragging a girl down
Blaming me for his fallout

— May his dishonesty bite him on the ass someday