Creeper

why do you come around here?
don't you know all you cause is fear?
take a hint creeper and fuck off!

you spring yourself on people like a bear trap.
your alcoholic stupor leaves a stench!
take a hint creeper and slink off;
back into the dark where you came from!

i don't want you!
i don't like you!
your eyes creep me out!
i know you're disappointed.
you thought i'd be easy, but you make my skin crawl!

creeper take the short road home!
i want you gone forever.
i'm locking my doors.
i'm checking them twice.
i'm finished being nice.
loser, take this advice, creeper someone else!

it's not my job to prop you up.
i'm not your friend.
this has to end.
don't hang around like the unwanted fly on the wall.
have some pride and leave!
i can't take your creepy ways anymore!

take the bus creeper.
take the train creeper.
just take the next step out of here creeper!
leave me be!

Love's Sunset

love leaves only victory etched upon the youthful follies the old love to remember.
the flame burns red hot like it does at the beginning of anything exciting and new,
but time brings differences and doubts.
the flame turns blue and cold to the touch until you notice the flame has gone out
and you don't love her anymore.

we move slowly like the snail when we don't want to change, but we know change is coming.
a tornado of broken promises, angry words, and thousands of tears rip lover's hearts apart.
go stand outside to watch the sun setting on your love.

she's picking apart every memory.
she wants to know the exact moment you fell out of love with her.
you have nothing to say as you pack your suitcase.
she automatically repacks all your things nice and neat.

life with her was perfect, familiar, and clean.
but with routine comes boredom and with boredom the yearning to stray to find entertainment elsewhere.
still, you will fondly think of her every time you put on your favorite t-shirt she bought you.
she's hoping you will miss her and come back,
but you both know you never look back.

we move like molasses in winter time when life throws us a curve ball.
you don't love her.
God knows you tried too.
you ignored the signs.
her eyes have filled up with tears.
your heart is full of fears.
you didn't want to hurt her, but you still are here.

the sun has set and you've run out of love to give her.
so you climb into your beloved yukon
and back out into the freedom of the unknown.
for some odd reason she waves goodbye.
a voice in your head whispers she'll be alright.

she waits until the car is out of sight.
she goes back inside and sits down.
finally she gives a huge sigh of relief
thank God i never had to tell him i didn't love him anymore.