he cut me with his lies,
killed me with his goodbyes,
said I was not his pick,
so I fed him arsenic.
he ripped to shreds my heart,
then blew my world apart,
inspired me to feel,
then told me it wasn't real.
I let him touch me deep,
but me he would not keep,​
said I was not his pick,
so I fed him arsenic.

He caught me disappearing
having overlooked the other signs.
When I took back my smiles
hid my thoughts
and left him very little words.
Too busy being minus me
he missed when my heart stopped speaking
when my touch faded away.
If only he had looked up just once
given just a little more time
shown me a greater need.
He might not have caught me disappearing,
becoming just another ghost of love.

he doesn't notice me
staring at him
needs open
desires inflamed
by midnight dreams.
he doesn't realize 
that his naked words
lay me bare
speaking to my chocolate
addiction.
unwrapped by
wishes-thinking
fingers-yearning
softness-yielding
as his not-knowing
slides deep inside me.
but he doesn't notice me
high school crushin
but woman wantin
the hell outta him.
so I just stand there
starinwantinneedintouchin
him
in silence.