Black Eyed Appeal

You are standing at the edge of my head,

A familiar breeze blows through the door, laced with your scent. I grow heady with the smell.
You are watching me with your coffee eyes glinting, stripping me down my most fundamental inadequacy. I turn to face you and see an empy doorway, the merest hint of your laugh lingers, the faintest jingle of beads and I watch in the sadness of comprehension. Just when I think you will not come back, I see you smiling at me, from the corner of my mind, daring me to will you away, erase the night of your hair. I can't.

I am nothing in front of you. Nothing. Worthless.

The Wave

There is a wave coming towards me
And I hear nothing except the beat of my own heart
And I watch
And I wait
There is a warrior marching in my path
And I do not even raise my sword
And I laugh at my own doom
And I curse the irony
There is a storm blowing my way
And I do not seek shelter
And I need its anger
And I want the hurt