I Look

He set me on fire then he kissed me

He leaned right in and kissed me

Right there in the flames

I still question whether it was him

I think back to it

I look for strings

I check the mirror

Then he let me go

He let me go like he should have when he met me

It stung to know I have less to offer him

but

You see, I’m no longer the type to be chained

Not to love, not to men, not to anything other than my dreams

And so yes, I cut my insides on his shards of glass

but he fingered my demons

As he watched the blood drip drip from between my thighs

-Sasch

Not That Type

I do want to avoid this

I’m not the waiting type

I get what I want

I’m spoiled rotten

But impatience keeps making me

Pay the price

So now I’m over here

Forcing myself to focus

So I don’t become that good wife

Sitting around waiting

Like maybe he’ll come home

Just To feel this all over again

I’d rather be

in the back seat for this one

But I won’t

Call me Captain or something

I’m taking the wheel on this one

-Saschia