History is not always repeated
but gets rewritten.

He
Held me
When I was afraid

He
Listened to me
When I was upset

He
Comforted me
When I was crying

He
Left me
When I needed him most

He
Remains here, still
An empty shell of what once was
A pitiful looking ghost

You didn't love me
I was a burning building
And you were just looking
For something
To light your cigarette

you call me creative
but my mind is the place
dreams go to die

they embark on a quest to impart me with
gold stained teeth that smile with some kind of weight

but they drown soaked in the ash
of too many stale apologies and
late night '*******'s screamed at the sky
so hollow they ring on their own

i'm so tired of pretending my words have meaning
but the only things bouncing in my skull are the nightmares
that survived me

so i don't go to sleep

I'm a poet
I write
for the sole reason
of writing
I just want to bleed
my heart out
on this piece of paper