Mish mash

Twin poems about lovers different feelings on their relationship

Mish mash
It’s those soft emotions
That female shit
that lingers,
like body odour
in the room.
Affronting me,
invading sense.
Mish mashing,
sanity,
brevity,
transparency.
Fucking up,
the coolness of me.

Promises
I can’t trust your
eyes up close.
That promise in
your kiss
is hit and miss.
On again, off again
tug of love.
A rope pulled tight,
strung out
pissed off.