This isn't living
This is you
Pointing a gun in my face
telling me that everything is ok,
You put the bullet in the gun
and
I pulled the trigger
That's the bullet
That
Took away my pain
Running from a blind a man
Lost in the known
I'm afraid to be found
If you can love me,
then you must not know me
I just wanted to dream,
so you poisoned me in my sleep

I want to say somthing
But i can't say
I feel something when am with you
But i can't explain
HONESTLY, with you
Every hour just spend like a minute
But without you my love
Every minute is an hour.

I keep well abreast of the news.
It's hard not to. Can't quite turn it off.
I'm not sure I would.
It's everywhere.
So many sources bring it to me.
I bear up.
I write about it... constantly.
It's painfully intriguing.
I rubber neck like a bobble head
At all our goings on.
And I'm selfish.
I want things to work out
Without my money.
I'll give away all my prayers.
I've been offered money for my vote.
Keep your cash.
I don't trust the YMCA. or the Credit Union.
Too many pick-pockets.
They'd sell children at half price for a gallon.
The homeless already have the prime real estate
When the money runs out.
But it's not about money.
And by then, it won't matter.

Sometimes I just wish I could sink into the void inside of me, detach my soul from every part of me so I become a lifeless body.
So I can seep away from existence, fall into myself, and never see the light of day again, never be afraid that it will be burn me
Again.

I'll never know what it's like to dance with you. I'll never know what it feels like to hold your hand on a Sunday morning.