love's labour not lost:
goes on strike from time to time,
never fully leaves.

bound by my choices:
stubbornness and pride, captors,
wounded by silence

we cannot control
(manipulation aside)
thoughts and emotions

animosity:
i could cut you with my words
but i can't bother

personal soundtrack
the whirling of engines, loud
against guitar riffs

mockery is lame
i sense this is crazy talk
refrigerator

the freudian slip:
i know what you are thinking
and wish i did not