Dafoe Poems

Creep

No, I don't miss you
Certainly not
Creeping around 
With your creepy
Willem Dafoe smile

Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Green eyes
That made me wet
And drowned me
In my very own river

Certainly not
Creeping around
With your creepy
Little lies or
Creepy
Big games

Your love is a joke
I am choking
In laughter

As sunshine hits
My sheets 
I rise and rejoice
In the creepy 
Absence of you

I know peace now
And that is 
Creepy 

I don't miss 
Your theatrical affection 
Or your Shakespeare bull
You are no Khalil Gibran
And Rumi himself
Told me he doesn't like you

He thinks you're pretty creepy

No more Arabian nights
Spent in your chamber
Sitting wide eyed
As you show me the world
As I tell you my stories

You seduced me
To death
With your creepy
Serpentine  ways
And I'm happy
To be put 
Out of my misery

I'm free now
Free to creep around
In my creepy, little ways

I'm a creep myself