The story was one page long
They tell me "I read the first few words"
Falsely impassioned
As if they read any of it at all

At least once a day
The chipmunk returns
Shivering in the cold
Alone and afraid
But determined
Hopeful for a better day ahead

As it turns out
Hope was not unwarranted
There is always a better day
Eventually.

Sometimes stories don't conclude
They simply evolve
A chipmunk will never be satisfied
So the story will simply evolve.

Everything in my line of sight goes out of focus
Tired, but not sleepy
Just zoned out
Just tuned... out.

Obey as a dog
Copy as a cat
Hand licker
Copy paster
Please stop ******* from me

You misunderstand?
I repeat and repeat until
...
Silence
Please stop taking from me

Dilute
Pollute the good will
Respect that you did not build
Respect that you attempt to drain
Respect that you do not deserve

Today
The search for meaning
In one day
A day of nothing

There is meaning in nothing
Not this nothing
Maybe there is meaning somewhere in the nothing nothing
Or maybe nothing

And if there is nothing
Why write about it?
I feel nothing
When I write of nothing.

I drift into consciousness one hour before noon
Worthless sack of ****
Scrolling for anything to make me happy
Nothing will today.

One hour later, I take a thirty minute shower
Pathetic and alone
I made coffee for after my shower so it wasn't too hot
There is that at least

I start thinking about you endlessly, longing for us again
What we could have been
And even after you came back to me with an ever beating heart
I still told you no.

It is now the afternoon, I am now getting my first cavity filled
They did not numb me
It was too small for that, I was told it was probably just genetic
There is that at least

I now wait for to go hang out with friends
Something needed now
Because as I wait, you infiltrate my mind, the regret of letting you go
I can't help but cry.

After hours upon hours of weeping, I arrive at my friend's house
Nothing too special
We just sit around and eat and goof around
There is that at least

And while I continue to be with friends
You infest my thoughts
Only instead of feeling loneliness and regret
I simply feel sad.

It may not be much
But it is better than before
So there is that at least

I like to write
Almost in a stream
No need to revise or anything
Even if I should
Each piece
The capturing of one feeling
Or thought
All at any given time
And everything I have written
Anything I have created
All works together
In tandem
To paint one picture
So even one work
One that appears incomplete
It all works to create a whole
At least
That is what I tell myself
If I were to edit
And revise
Each work
Each piece
Would work better
Alone or together.

The ground, covered in dirt and my hair
Soon it filled with my own salt, as I lie
Collapsed
Imploded
Mourning

I had promised to write about you
Something full of love and admiration
Something I can no longer write
I took just one breath
And now I can't remember what it was I wanted to write

I dreaded that this day would come
And now that it's here
I couldn't ask for anything more

September
We fall in love
You're all I need.

Five months pass
We fall apart
What was it all for?

Just take me back
I keep on hearin' things
Your voice calls to me, asleep
Repeating your words
Or phrases of our own

I sleep
We go this way
I awake
We go that way
Sometimes I'm it
And other times not

If only it wasn't this way and that
When we were together