Finals season.
        Open fortune cookie.

"Do not fear failure",
        it reads.

blow smoke off your lips
Feel the whiskey burn your throat
They taste like guilt

I want to fill my mouth,
                   with your body, and
                               taste your existence  
                                                for all eternity.

I think
as artists
we owe a lot to pain.

Put on
a robe of thorns
and write

about the nice weather outside
and that delicious burger
you had today.

Write about happiness
when you're in pain-
beauty.

I feel my bones soften
when I kiss you
then I am this supine
and mysterious thing
a black cat caught hot in
the moon-lit heat

I want to yell
Outburst into tears like a hell
Until my throat gets dry
Until I could no longer start to cry

I'm so tired
Utterly ruined and cried a river

I just want to feel better now
and get over it

To be loved and cared
That's all I want
I want my heart gets what it deserves to be,
and it deserves to be happy