a hold of the present

that has one cocooned

In misery masked as love

Pained pleasure disguised as affection

the present

trapping those boxes of the past

the little tinker boxes

housing sweet faded memories

just sweetness and innocence.

the boxes needed to be opened

Yesterday as the perfect human

hurried to kiss the next lips

burying his head in another’s thighs

Sucking out the cookie bit by masked men

how scared have you been to step out

fearing the death of love

and birth of loneliness

Since the happy times are forgotten

Like the ashes spread into the river

the one you loved may not love back

His love was a game of conquest

You, another win.