Little Love

Little boy made her cry
She knows it's not his fault
But blame can be a fickle thing,
And indecision, an assault.
She's lost all her rationals
- Swallowed by her senses.
Gaps of logic nestled between
Slats of white-picket fences.
Silly girl tried to jump
He didn't know she fell
He's not the sort to play the hero,
And she's not the type to dwell.
Let him go and he'll come back
- A proverb rarely proven true.
He's not running, he's not hiding
There's just nothing there to pursue.

Role-playing

By all means, explain,
Sanctimonious bitch.
Call it what you will,
Moralize the pain.
Admit that you see,
But call it the greater good.
Watch them gasp for breath
And sweep up their debris.
You're surprised the world crumbles?
Don't like how she falls?
What else could be when you exist;
God's little fumbles.
I condone the role I've played
(A story needs a villain),
But like any woven tale
The hero's more than portrayed.
Go ahead and act as their penicillin,
Feed your deity-complex.
I'll sit here and preach quixotically.
I'm content to play the villain.