If I can,
I will say
that
you are
no longer
a part of my life,
but
that will
definitely mean
I'm finished
living
for I know
you are
the only
part of my life
     -cute crazy-

Melancholy skies
This morning
Foreshadowing
My ****** day

The teacher says something about intestines
I try not the listen
Talk about peoples insides
Makes me uncomfortable
And reminds me
We are all the same
I look around the room
Does the boy with the baseball cap squirm in his seat too?
Does the girl with the sweater want to escape this room too?
Are their thoughts as demented as mine?
I enter a manic state
There is no escape other than
To just feel

I've lost the faith
that I never had.

You are
not the one
I thought
you were
still
I love you
with lots of longings
    -cute crazy-

i'm getting nowhere with you.
i try to reach out to you,
but you push me away.
what am i doing wrong?

d.l.b.

this is not a love letter.
I watched you breathe your last breath and stood there in silence as every last ounce of life left your body and I waited in the room as if still in silent hopes that your soul would condensate around me and fill my lungs with your voice and my hands with your heart and I can't ******* breathe because my brain doesn't know how to operate properly without your constant presence in my every day life.
this is not a love letter.
I have no idea what love is when you can't be in it with someone else. and as you left me I had half a mind to invite you to take my old notebooks and crumpled up papers and broken pencils and my love of poetry with you because now what the **** am I supposed to do?
you're gone.
you're gone you're gone you're gone and
oh my god I am alone.
I am alone, and this is not a love letter.
*This is not a love letter.
(I love you)

the speed of light
is 299792458 m/s

edgar allan poe
was born in
boston, massachusetts

string theory is
a theoretical framework
in which the point-like particles
of particle physics are replaced
by one-dimensional objects
called strings

sukiyabashi jiro
is a michelin three star restaurant
in ginza, chūō, tokyo, japan


and yet i use this ability
to listen to sad music
and think about how much i miss you

I stood in the road
wishing God had let
somebody dump
cement over my body
and carve my name
into the heap

Moon shining     dead     light,
Lonely beams
                echoing               empty
Through still night and distant lands where
Fires grow flowers
Exploding
Through pavement doused in blood
From wars     waged    by men
Not as wise as you.