Sex and Suitors

I want to find a late nighter,
Hard biter,
Spiked cider,
Lover/Fighter,

Who takes my cuffs and wants them tighter,
A twisted kid,
A poison spider,

Who gives me something real to hold,
Their hands cold
Thoughts bold,
Mindset old,

Meet these specs and I'll be sold,
You're the one,
Precious gold,

I want a lover- I don't want love,
A kiss n' shove,
Rise above,
Mismatched glove,

Don't want a rose or turtle dove,
Just a taste,
That I belove.

Vampire Love Story

(erm... I can't find the rest of this poem in my logs, so I'm rewriting the middle)
Vampire Love Story:

Chalk on my fingers,
Blood on my lips,
Strong coffee in this mug,
Taking occasional sips,

It was just another victim,
Just another meal,
Then why didn't I cut their throat,
When they tried to cut a deal?

Loved and left,
Worn and cut,
Deliciously hopeful,
Crude convict slut,

These chains may be a symbol,
These eyes might look past pain,
This time it might be real,
As real as acid rain,

And as painful as the first time,
Assuredly the last,
Grow up from all this madness,
Love is past you, it's the past...

To hell with all this romance!
I'm a creature of the Dark!
Now I really must be going,
My next victim's in the park...

Once in a While

Not so often,
In the dark,
Darkest night,
Cold and stark,
Now and then,
It leaves a mark,
A subtle scar,
Yearning spark,
The slightest feeling,
A tiny quark,
To have you kiss me,
In Central Park.

The 2nd Suitor (Rage Poem #1)

You didn't text me back,
Is it something that I lack?

I've been fearful for a while,
Love for me you can't compile,
You're fucking merciless- damn cruel,
Do you mistake me for a fool?

A sting- a viscous crack!
Is it something that I lack?

God you fill me up with rage!
You've moved on and turned the page,
I would've stopped, and not gone through,
But you kept secret what you knew,

Now you've thrown me off my track!
Is it something that I lack?

You have split my life in two,
Granted, willingly, I threw,
All my lust, I preyed on you,
But this!? Just out of the blue?

No... take your blues and make them black,
Is it something that I lack?

Now I'm twisting back in dread,
Regretting all the things I've said,
If you don't want me in your life,
STOP FUCKING AIDING IN MY STRIFE!

You didn't text me back,
Is it something that I lack?

An Analysis of Hypocrisy (school love poem #4)

Today there's rain,
Made me all the more vain,
Anxiety instilling an insane,
Urge to see you again,

I know that you're here,
Just down the stairs- so near,
But I thoroughly fear,
That you might jest and jeer,

You'll be gone when I'm done,
Leave this place with the sun,
So then surely, thanks a ton,
This was magic, this was fun,

Then when I see that you're gone,
It tells me to move on,
Won't be used as your pawn,
...then thoughts repel by next dawn,

So I'll see you in a while,
Two days 'till your next smile,
Leave these feelings in a pile,
That's just me- it's just my style.

A Plea- A False One (school love poem #3)

Stop being right,
Stop giving clues,
Stop exposing my plight,
Stop picking up cues,

Don't talk about love,
Don't talk about life,
Don't try to shove,
Don't aid in my strife,

How can I accuse you?
For none of these you've done...
I wish half of this was true,
And I wish you were the one...

Pisces

All good things come to an end, and sometimes its like a tumultuous downward slope.

In February I was offered a chance,
An ill-fated token of potential romance,
A daring adventure- a starlit dance,
Drove at my heart, not by arrow, by lance,

Ethereal and elated, ecstatic feelings for you,
Arisen like thunder, across a sky warm and blue,
Moments like these were so wondrous, so new,
Against all odds, these feelings grew,

The sonata continued, two years passed,
Remarkable, that time moved so fast,
But then Janus condemned me, as did Selene and Bast,
With warnings that love wouldn't, couldn't last,

Now where two lives combined, it's just one and one,
That thin red string is frayed; undone,
What once was a moon, is a setting sun,
That reflects in my eyes, telling my heart that I'm done,

But moving forward is a joyous thing,
The beginning and ending, for both do we sing,
Someday two years will seem more like a fling,
Someday he'll find you, and he'll give you a ring...