Two completely separate bits...

I feel like a bird that you can’t catch,
But you can’t be caught either,
I’ve had my hands on your wings, but you always shake them free.
Tired of being close, walking away empty handed.
You deceive me with your compliments.
Another face appears in the place I thought I’d be.
Her words are mine verbatim,
Do you disappoint her in the same way?

~*~


You’re a harlot, a harbinger of deceit,
Anxious to prove your love is above mine,
But you just proved you’re easy and cheap,
Your head is polluted, as is your taste,
Narcissistic, eager to right the indignation of attention not centered around you.
Karma is a killer,
You’re lighting the kerosene,