"Whats wrong?"
"Nothing." Total lie.
Everything about this was wrong.
"Crumbled crackers on a ***** tip."
There. That should do it.

Is there another out there who understands these lacerations ?
Someone who has felt the deep hollowing out
Of a heart and whatever courage is made out of
Is there someone who knows this pain?
I feel guilty for things I could never have controlled
A Father turned against himself
A Father who felt enough pain for one lifetime
And now I sit alone
Isolating myself as to spare any pain or ache
That a heart and body might produce
Do I protect myself from the world outside
Or am I protecting the world from the riptide of emotion
I am anxiety
I am the other half too
My life is a prayer to anyone who feels these feelings
You are not alone

This is the world in 2215
People have changed
The world doesn't smell the same
Cardboard kingdoms and pillow forts have been conquered
Plastic comfort now reigns
Synthetic in my veins
Pixels have replaced daydreams and non-fiction isn't a genre anymore
Its all pretend now
Bee's can't find their way home
And children forgot how to laugh
Although they still get the giggles when they are in church
Knees bent 90 degrees against polished wood
The wind never kisses anyones cheeks anymore
Now your lucky to get a "Heywhudup."
The future is now and its cold
All of my loved ones cry in corners
When they think they are alone
And to top it all off
Still no jetpacks

I thought you looked armadillo-adventurous
You smelled like you had waffle-ironed a dog **** on your walk
Across the park
I was sitting there pretending I didn't smell the stink
You asked me how I was
I hiccuped and said great
You pulled out 2 peanut butter eggs
I looked at you, forgetting to be distant and indifferent
Slack-jawed and wide eyed
I said you were beautiful
You said that serial killers were on the loose and that we should go
Eggs in hand
And lumps in throat
You let me walk you home

Give the people what they want
Grant the wishes of the unknown
Be the hero around strangers
Make them think that you are worthy of television
Persuade them that you are great
Because they will never know
What kind of monster you turn into at night
When your own self depreciating self takes over
And you guzzle gallons of fire
Turning yourself into the opposite of what you wanted to be
Be amazing around those who you don't know
And drown out the ******* that is trying to infect
Everything that you want
Give into the fact that people don't change
They just make themselves suffer
Burn your own *** down
And rebuild that self into something worthy of your own time

Po boy on the sidewalk
You got smushed
First I dropped you
and then stepped on you
A terrible accident
You never got the chance
To be treated like the sandwich you grew up to be
And devoured
Like a glass of iced tea after a lifetime in prison
Hopefully a dog will find you
Best dam day of that dogs life

Your laughter is everywhere
The napkin sticks to my hand as I pull away
I reach for my glass of water that is weeping and take a sip
Lemon seeds
You say that you're stuffed and half drunk so we leave
The air is cold on my razor-burnt cheeks
First date of the new year
After 2 hours and wine my heartbeat has returned to normal
I ask about fears
You, about regrets
We walk along the bridge and then it dawns on me
A neon sun burning behind my eyes
That I have never felt like this
I watch and worship the way that you do everything different
Than the way we are supposed to
I look at you
"Who the **** raised you?"
You smile
Reaching with your right hand into your bag you say
"Life and laughter are a given, but neon is the nicest way."
You pull out a CD that got you through Kansas and give it to me
I walk you to your car
It almost doesn't start due to the cold
I wish it hadn't
You drive away into the cold, city air
I get in my car and continue to drive
Searching for something other than love
Lighting the darkness with neon in the nicest way.