Hatred seeps through vicious eyes,
Love like a dream lost forever,
hearts forgotten together,
an ecstacy of broken sadness,
glitter trembles in minds refracted,
Broken tension forgets itself,
lost in the hands of the weary,
never safe in the caress of sin,
for poetry cannot be formed from chapped lips
your fingers ache as words relapse
breath forgets to fill your lungs
your place is gone here,
life begotten through glass shards
piercing the skin to your bones
small drops of crimson leakage
trickle from the crevices of your body,
the pain is unstable and placid
as they tear your heart out
with their bare hands....

You read these poems, don't you?
Every time I post one, you act differently
is it a coincidence?
If you know I love you, why don't you say anything?
You've got to know, by now.
You're smarter, more aware than this.
Maybe you're still deciding your feelings. I don't know.
You haven't said anything.
Once you figure it out,
at least say, one way or the other.
I'd like to stop vaguely hoping.
"The signs we give- yes, no, or maybe-
should be clear. The darkness around us is deep."

Misery,
Misery.
Misery and woe.
How far down will this misery go?

Through faulty lines
Down fault lines
Who's fault lies
beneath this miserable snow?

Misery,
This, misery
So miserably so
Why do you escape so miserably slow?

I choked up
on choking up
your choked up song
I just want to know where did this go so terribly wrong?

Hey misery
Sir Misery
Please misery, go
And take your miserable act out of this show.