artic pole vibes
     on summer days
       covered up
          with
             loving coos
                that were blanketed by
                   a cliche
                     dozen roses
                      left by my sorry excuse for               a gate
        you can deny
           any aspect of
                 you living
                      in my heart
                          but you can't not look     me in the eyes when you pass me by
              and
we both walked out of a wreckage, old friend
        only you walked out unscathed
the first time
funny how life throws you curve ***** though
       maybe now you
feel
what
it feels
like to be on your knees
                                   coughing up blood to feed the reaper
                    maybe now your ears are ringing
                 and your chest is
heaving with a seatbelt pressing up       against your neck
                and your screaming in your sleep next to me again
or maybe it was just me.

or
maybe
it wasn't.

maybe i was too quick to assume


maybe
then
we both died too.