I should hate you
I should want to burn every single picture of us
into flames and laugh about it
I should be able to listen to a love song
and not think of you
but I can't

I should be able to be with another boy
and kiss him and hold his hand
and not think of you anymore
and how we used to hold hands
without either of us realizing it
and it just happening

but the truth is
I can't hate you
because no matter what I do or where I go
or what I listen to
you're the one that has my heart
and even though you broke it
I still love you with all the pieces

I find comfort in my sleep
when my thoughts think of you
So enraptured in your existence
My love feels boundless
in every thought that speaks of you
When in reality, you're away
being held comfortably in the arms of your lover
I fear that I must be insane,
here alone thinking of you

Those precious moments I've shared with you
Eternally trapped in the depths of my heart,
where they'll forever be hidden from you
I fear that I'm addicted,
obsessed with loving you
Love deep enough to make me sink
O dearest friend,
              my beloved,
                        *my most treasured thought to think...

Addicted to diction,
With conflicting
Prescriptions
From competing
Physicians,
I'm dying from sickness
In the wealthcare system.
Our nutrition
Is based on
Corn-laced fiction,
Advertisement
Superstitions,
And a pill for every
Devised affliction.
We're born into life
Under welfare
Conscription,
And destined to die
From dereliction.
Make sure to vote
For the best
Infection in the
Next election,
As they raise
A toast
To their own
Reflections.

SohereIwastalkingtothisgirl
andshewasall"Yeahbrotellthestoryagain­"
buticouldn'tbecause,likeanidiot,iforgotwhatijustsaid
shecalledm­eanidiotwhenitoldherthosewords
andthenshesmiledandlaughedithought­itwaspretty
wellshewasprettybutthatreallydoesn'tmatter
no,wait,ju­stkiddingYEAHitdoes!
Butreallywetalkedandtalkedforhourslikeshedid­n'tmind
wellididn'tmindlisteningtohertalk
andneitherdidsheinthatr­egard
sowetalkedtillthesunwentdown
andthenitookherhome.
itwasgrea­t,butshewantedmore
soinsteadofwalkinghertoherdoor
wewalkedandtalk­ed
andtalked
somemore!
wewentaroundtheblockafewtimes
thenitwaslik­e
twointhemorningsoiREALLYhadtogetherhome
soigotherhomeandshesnuc­kinrealquietlike
itwassadtoseeherdisappear.
but oh well.
I never saw her again.
After she had moved out.

the weight of the wooden beams overlaid with countless
harrowing splinters
carried on your stainless sturdy back while
you held me there so softly
secure in your hands, even though you knew;
you knew I drove those splinters into your
back to begin with, and continued,
buried them deeper into your skin, you
carried me forward into the day that
I shudder when I remember the way I used to
wound you gladly, without a stain of sorrow
even still turning back now and then to
note what I had done, for shame
the wrath I deserve, you took
you took it all the more gladly, for me
living the life I could not, dying the death I deserve
and you love me still, you love me still