If You Really Knew

If you really knew me
You’d know I wasn’t into pop music
You’d know I hate the taste of mustard
If you really knew me
You’d know I have a strange sense of humor
You’d know I love to play board games
If you really knew me
You’d know I enjoy holding hands
You’d know I like the sweet bliss of being alone
If you really knew me
You’d know I was into the little things
You’d know I have feelings
If you really knew.

Isotope

The sky is full of colors
Full of cataclysms
Full of flaws.
Like the people of the earth
That walk below it.
Full of cataclysms
Full of flaws
Living up to mistakes
That they can never
Ever renew
Forever a crack in their lives.
Forever a dent in space.

Porescophobia

To fear gaining weight,
I’m already living my fear
Every day one more pound,
And I’m still only half way there.
The fortitude of starvation
Is becoming ever more attractive
To my short-coming eye.
I don’t see my heart growing stronger
So why not my stomach.
Not to say I’d diverge
Or necessarily take away
But to merely get rid of
This is what I wish.
For the sake of my
Porescophobia.