If my memories were made into a melody
It would be the saddest song ever...

But, even if I were wrong all along
It would still be a song...

Red Blood Butterflies

           "Today the butterflies came to see me again. Their presence calmed me like they always do. They fluttered their wings around me - their big red wings with black circles.

          They are so beautiful because they are messengers of Death. Death's angels.

          Every flutter of their red wings feels to me like one more drop of blood lost. I asked them "Why can't you come more often? Why won't your wings beat faster? Then I would be drained of all my blood. I would get lighter and lighter till I could finally fly away with you."

          Of course the butterflies never say anything. That would be absurd. They just smile and flap their wings ever so slowly.

          Finally as the sun set, they flew away. I laid back in my chair and closed my eyes."

(Oct 26, 2014)

In Love With A Science Grad - 2

I told her
Our love is like a mysterious ethereal passion

She replied
Our love is like the perfect enzyme - substrate reaction

In Love With A Science Grad - 1

I told her
The stars are filled with my love for you

She replied
So then your love must be Helium,
Colourless, odourless and insipid

Instead of making the public my enemy No. 1
I made myself the Public Enemy No. 1

If I have loved her for a day...
Then I have loved her forever...

Standing in the sunlight
Hiding our anger
With lies and smiles...