Jess

“So much of courtship is the unspoken.”
― Megan McCafferty, Charmed Thirds

“Crocodile Lies

I confess, yes, our Fall was all my fault
If you kissed my eyes, your lips would taste salt
But you think my regret is a lie, and the tears I cry
Are the crocodile kind.


The sweat on your upper lip starts to boil
White hot with anger, still convinced I'm your foil
You keep fighting me, though my eyes are free
From crocodile lies.


You, yes, you, linger inside my heart
The same you who stopped us before we could start
I didn't want to leave, but you began to believe
Your own crocodile lies.


The only person stopping you is yourself,
You won't accept that I want no one else,
So until you do, I'll let someone else have you


Every day I live the lie,
But not the crocodile kind

--Marcus Flutie”
― Megan McCafferty, Second Helpings

“chromosomal dance
oh, heavenly happenstance
rare creation, you

-Marcus (Poetry Spam #22)”
― Megan McCafferty, Charmed Thirds

“They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!”
― C. JoyBell C.