Being your Enemy

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Being your Enemy

I hope you hear music when you see me.
If I’m to be your woe,
I want there to be a chorus of voices
Fearfully announcing my passage.
There should be *Sephiroth* levels of drama!
I walk in slow motion when you see me at a distance.
You feel your throat open subconsciously when I look at you,
Brain preparing to suck in the needed air for flight.
If you’re choosing me as a nemesis,
Put flames on my fingertips.
Put me in a powerful outfit – whatever threatens you most;
A 90s era coat and a scar, or Lululemon pants and a latte.
I want my eyes to be a color that make me better than everyone else.
If I am to be your unforgivable.
You better make me goddamn unforgettable.
Because I do not play parts lightly
And as the saying goes:
You’re only as good as your villain.

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I don’t think I have any good enemies like this suggests. It occurred to me, however, that if I was to be cast as someone’s evil, I would want to be a good, strong evil, you know? Why be a weak villain? No one wants to to be the second tier goon…

A few minutes more

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A few minutes more

I’m sure I could thinner or stronger
If I only had a few minutes longer.
As it is, the sex is too good
To focus on loathing the way that I should.

I know there areas where I am slacking.
With a few minutes more I could see where I’m lacking.
As it is, my lover’s hands are too good
To hate my shortcomings the way that I should

I sense my defections. Trust me, it’s true.
I could voice them if given a minutes or two.
As it is, I just don’t have time to spare
From the lips who tell me I just shouldn’t care.

My timeline is finite and I know the score –
I will not be given a few minutes more,
As it is, live loving and do not repent
Now that what I would call time well spent!