tonight im unhappy.
just like last night.
just like tomorrow night.

i write poetry about you
for strangers to read,
they say you're an *******
they say i'm in need;

of something that counts
of someone who's different.
so next time you touch me,
these strangers can hear.
baby, one day,
you'll see,
you'll be cowered in fear.

blue.
it is the color that always fades inside
of you.
it's the wind ******* the globe.
it's the color of your son when he decides to leave home,
it is the taste of the morning air, even when you
wish it weren't;

(especially then.)

blue is the color of past lovers eyes
because those blue ones always say
good-bye.
blue is one deep breath and a handful of doubt,
blue is for people you've learned to do without.
it's under your eyes when you find
yourself lost in your mind,
                   searching for another color wheel to climb.
colors don't share, but that's okay.
because blue is the color that always fades.

I believed in love until my grandfather ****** another woman.

nothing is real but one.
one life, one boy.
he is
reflection;
sun bounding from the waves because with
out him I am
colorless.
he is
the moon,
amplified.
sending tsunamis through my blood and
music through my bones
he is
the sole purpose for my survival
he is
the classic euphoria.
shoving such meaning down my throat.
in permanent refuge,
I swim to his boat but
he does not lift me up.
he jumps,
and together we swim
to shore.
penniless,
together,
love.

with tears in my eyes
        I begged you to stay
             you said
             "hey man,
I love you.
but no ******* way."

razors pain you
rivers are damp
acid stains you
drugs cause cramps
guns aren't lawful
nooses give
gas smells awful,
you might as well live.

but i think
what scares me most is
if i wake up one day
and forgot my own
name

i'd probably still remember                                                                       yours

i
guess
forever
meant
seven
months

i said goodbye
instead of goodnight
but you just smiled
and turned out the light