Hey.
You probably won't see this,
But what I want to say is that I.
I hate you.

You're stupid.
Filthy.
Unreasonable.
There isn't enough words to describe your awfulnesses.

So why does it hurt?
Why does it hurt when I push you away?
Why does it hurt when you chase someone else?
Why does it hurt so much?

As much as I want to say 'I hate you!',
I realise that I.
I.
I love you.

It's stupid, isn't it?
If I told you this, you'll laugh at me.
Reject me. Pity me.
I just know you will.

And that's why I never told you.
That's why I kept pushing you away.
That's why I'm drifting away, drifting away
From my light. You.

But absence makes the heart fonder,
Doesn't it?
It hurts so much, it feels like I've
Left my heart behind. With you.

We poets are witnesses to history
as it unfolds before us and most
people don't hear the banging of
drums or the joy of children laughing.
We write our feelings. Most of us feel
too much and suffer because of it
but we are driven to record the
tears and fears and bombs exploding
and screaming of men in trenches  as
they lose limbs or lives. We spell it
out in poems. We offer our souls
to the mob and fear they eat it.

Sleight of hand innocent lies
never real flesh and blood
just a corpse full of flies
bloated and floating in a flood.

Drunk. Insane feel of pleasure
am I with her now or all alone?
My mirror is a shattered treasure
priceless piece of polished chrome.

57 Chevy we made our first child
broke society in summer of love
married in West Side Story wild
we woke and found a broken dove.

Alone.
I am so achingly alone.

In a world full of souls,
Mine has been trapped in a void.

Alone,
So painfully alone.

Deserted by all
But the pain I bear,
That my existence  
Will only be
mine own.