Renovations
My attempts to stand sentry a failure each time
Try to deny entry, she’ll break down the walls
Seems like there’s always a new spot to climb
One loosely latched window, she’s roaming the halls
I feel every step though it’s lighter than air
How heavy the sense when she’s walking away
She’ll leave the place trashed despite acting with care
Reduce it to ash on the rainiest day
Cheer(L)eater
I bet back in high school you went heavy on gymnastics
Emphasis on “mental” when you do those types of backflips
I’ve just gotta say that you’re the cutest little actress
But you’re ruthless
with a rudeness
That knocks me right off my axis
Emulating would be useless
Couldn’t catch up on the practice
It’d be foolish
It’d be fruitless
I could never use your tactics
To my horror
My heart rests in pieces.
Maybe found, not rebuilt.
The tale-telling ceases,
For you feel no guilt.
Once I caught your pale blue eye,
I could soar.
Then I fell from the sky.
Shattered straight through the floor.
Those pieces lie still.
A trait that you share.
Seems I, too, fit the bill.
I’m not quite all there.