A Burning Thing

You've always believed love to be
A burning thing
That leaves you seared
And inevitably scarred.
Believed it merely the price to pay
To stay warm in another's arms.

You put yourself last
Because they tell you that's what love is
And though no love is perfect
There are moments that feel so pure,
The fights that leave you crying
Are just moments to endure.

From afar I see you love yourself
Less and less
While building a fence around
That precious love nest
Of lies and baubles, you fight to defend.

I can't stand to watch it.
I can't bear it, my friend.

Profane

A word is just a word
Unless you hurl it like a stone
But all these proper gentlemen
Want me to atone
For using words they do not like
I am scolded like a child
But I am not a child,
You insipid fucks,
I can use whatever words I'd like.
Propriety is only a construct
Not a golden truth.
How delusional you must be
Too see only profanity
As you stand and denigrate me.
A word is just a word,
But even a dirty one
Is prettier than you.