i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.

You keep on recycling your
"I'm Sorry"
For new mistakes

And I keep on recycling
"I forgive you"
My always mistake

In a world
where words
breaks and mends
  -- trust and hearts
sometimes
questions are better than tears
and
what ifs are better than fears

The metered verses I draft
The soulful songs I sing
The seductive poems I write
The adorable words I spill
All these, are no longer for you

But I am not selfish
I am leaving some for you
Some pretty
pretty bad words..


… Curses …


The curses are for you

The drips of past memories
Rust before the ground holds them,
A grip to keep them still
To let them drown
In a puddle of past lives
Under a surface of false tides
Within a lake of rusted knives

I follow someone else's tragedy
And I'm willing to mend it
But the emptiness reflected
Was as lonesome as the one before.

I seem to have forgotten
We are dead.