If it's here then I am over
there.
Or over
here.
But not There.
I can never quite
order my
together, words.
words together.
****.

I love you, but I am not sure
how much.
I'm afraid really, like the sun is right before
breaking for dawn.
I hide my love for you behind mountains.
I love you like I am unable to say;
Type it I can.

I am afraid.

I looked straight into her eyes;
It was sadness, unknown.
There were other people too,
Looking back.
It was her ghosts.
It was desperation.
It was that overwhelming sun
Of June.

Her skin
peeled off too.
It was beautiful to see.
It was blatant truth.

Help me. Help me. Help.
My heart and soul are dancing
To the song of death.

Every day has a pain attached to it.

Monday=Liza
Tuesday=Marlene
Wednesday=Jackie
Thursday=Jessic­a
Friday=Forget them all
Saturday=It's all over now, drink some more.
Sunday=  It didn't work

All the names become days.
All the days become names.

I walk from a blue room to a red one.
I never know which one to sleep in.
One is for lovers.
The other is for pretenders.
Dance in either one, **** in only one.
One is the color of the sky, before hell approaches.
There other is the sky for a killer.
Ravaged innocence is spilled on my Atlas.
A tourniquet is wrapped around my heart now.

I looked up at the sky much too fast;
to early.
My neck is snapped by the sudden whiplash.
You were my blue sky; we danced.
Now you're the devil with no disguise.