Salty

Crocodile tears Do not move me To be sympathetic -Kel Dayheart

Haiku #139

Explosive

I can find no exit In this relationship Without explosions I guess we will have to go With an action film ending -Kel Dayheart

His Perfection

Sleek lines Tailored to perfection Not a hair out-of-place T's are crossed I's are dotted My god, my hands itch To reach out And blur those lines Pull of the suit Drag my hands through his hair To leave my mark On his perfection -Kel Dayheart

No Show

Crying in a public restroom Still has more dignity Than crying at the table He never bothered showing up to -Kel Dayheart

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