Achy
Like when I chew my nails
Too short
Bursting blood vessels
At the tips
The pads of my fingers
Sensitive to
The touch
And my heart
Gently
And painfully
Beating underneath

I say this because
I noticed you bite your nails too
And maybe
One day you’ll meet me
Where I am

How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
Became?

hey man any body can see times are freaking primitive

I feel an overwhelming love for myself and for you
I hope you can feel it too

If a writer
Falls in love with you
       you can never
                die................

I'm not a big fan of flies,
but I don't hate them.
I don't really like pies,
but I can make them.

I love my life, and can
fake it when I don't.
I could go on with
this poem, but it's
the end, so I won't.