I and you, and you and me and together we, can be another lovely ending. But forever we are severed. It's not fair, it's just better. But I don't like it past November. It's been cold and I remember, when  we were forever. I don't like it. We could never ever be together. So I am writing you this letter. But that's not me, I don't hate thee in fact I think your kinda lovely. It's okay that I don't like you. I'm just a lot happier when I'm with you. Sorry I can't send this, it's between me and me, so you will never, ever see. This poetry, for me

If I could be your only one, would you give me one son. Nah it's cool. You aren't done. Just tore. we can just sit hear on the hood of you're.. car thinking about a life in gear. Maybe we're a fool.. couple. But me and you can look at each other, and it's funny I kinda drool. Just look at me, looking at you. You've been the star of my show. And it's a little silly though. Kinda shallow honest. so, do i see us two?.. Together. be fair we're not in school. Learning about each others.. life. We're in a bed under the covers... doing what the good guy does with his.. wife. But we're not married.  No I don't have that luck. No, no we just... hangout. That doesn't rhyme. Change that last line. I mean.. ****.

I've hopped I'd die once or twice
I'd coped and try to pay the price
But it wasn't my body that cried
Its my mind whose sinful
Ending siezes to address
The Arguements im blessed with
Flowing though and through
In one ear, the words rule
Out the other. They're cool
Heartless words duel
But I'm not a fool
Just used like a tool
But if so, why be so cruel
Its really only thought
Held, and taught
They've got me trapped
Like the wolf I'm caught
Its escape I sought
But I'm stuck here
With running tears
I just want them to stop
While I push this mop

I'm not going to heaven
That's the ****** gift I've been given,
The muzzle of a rifle is as close I will ever be to heaven. Most of the nights I stay awake waiting on leaving.
Why must I stay every time I try to end this bleeding

I want to bash my head against a flat surface until the paint on the walls and matter of my brains are so indivisibly the same. Where I'm spread out so fine everyone can see me unrenounced, unconfined. Clearly, indecent, True. Liquids, and solids combined. Broken from the encasing of my skull. The Impulses electrically, chemicaly controlled. Pleading for an exit, with a plan so bold. I release, held back by a knot. It's the end of the road. Or the beginning of a new plot? Spent these last few weeks, planning for the end. Eating I was not. No reason for food, a back up plan, a rock. All of my possessions to sell. Drinking more, in order to know for sure. Thirty milliliters at a time. I got closer to the day, without a filter in mind Every night till the end of the week. My life had become meek. I would shake, I was madness. Entirely sadness. It only made sence and the feelings still intense. The answer was obvious. I no longer had to worry about us. You were you and I was me, waiting around tired, unhappily.

I Hates a funny frase, he hates, you hates, we hates. But do any of you even hesitate. Saying a word of unexpressible taste. I mean, you mean, we mean the same thing. But do Any of us really dream to be on the Devils team?

The reflection of the car imprinted on the crystal clear glass of he grocery store slides along the path from door to door. I really wish I could stay. but every time I close my eyes, this image will play. over and over. Rows of lights staged neatly upon the ceiling of my entire life, giving false sight by florescent light. Its just.. the world outside is so bright. We've created shade, to seal us from nature. And we call it architecture. And that's our true failure.