Nervous Tics

I’d never ask you to be invisible with me.
The impossibility of it.
Though, I sometimes summon you silently, then think better of speaking aloud.
But we both hear me, don’t we?
We both know it ends there.
For your magic is more.
Different than my magic is.
You make the good appear.
I make the bad go away.

Fire

A circuit broken
It must be
For I am funny
Please hear me

A heartstring missing
Within you
Why does my beauty
Fault your view

A shallow moment
You indulged
Became a chasm
That engulfed

A too-late goodbye
As you wish
But in my memory
Our first kiss

Fated Fade

All that you asked
Was that I be different
Than the one
I always was

You are no different
Than the one
Who came before you
Who asked me to be different 

Invisible now
Is that different enough
What more will you ask
Of the fade