No sir,
I'm quite sorry,
but you don't, you can't, nor will you ever understand.

Please sir,
I don't want your advice,
its complete ******* to be blunt, and who are you to say what I need?

Stay sir,
Just listen to me, listen,
and let me know I'm audible, lie and tell me it matters to you (or anyone).

Really sir,
I'm doing entirely fine now,
please turn the tables on yourself so I can hear the same story again tonight.

Goodbye sir,
I must be on my way,
its fine that you won't flinch at my departure, what more should I expect from a friend?

What did you do to your hair?

It is not fashion or regarded as a
good sight, for sightseers whom fight
for the best sight to see.

Nor is it complementary to your main meal face,
no condiment would ever accompany you,
let alone a boy in a start of the month, moon-a-new,
relationship-race.

It is not natural, nor be it an attempt to
blend into your surroundings at large,
as a red and blue fringe
will never be camouflage.

So, what did you do to your hair?

My heart is a hitch hiker
She ain't afraid to stick her thumb out
and grab a ride with the first loser to pull over-
No grudges.

She'll stay gone for days,
Can you believe that?
Sometimes weeks...
She doesn't care to sleep in vacant parking lots
Or dark alley where the homeless creep..

She'll sit too close to a strangers fire;
Drinking whiskey while walking a wire
and everyone around will laugh-
But meanwhile,
she's just crashing...
Daydreaming about her next hitch
Like a fix
It can't come quick enough.

She'll get comfortable too fast
Hoping for illusions to last
Spending too much time on a forgetful past-
And before you know it,
She's calling fantasy her home.

Oh, that *****
Who likes to hitch
Calling fantasy her home.

When home feels like
a hotel and
forcing water down
like its wine in a glass,
warmed by a MDF fireside-
you know your real bed
is a world away.

Cars that laugh
wait at the lights,
as they become
just another set of traffic,
set into the night-time tarmac.

It's all very arbitrary
Desiring what doesn't reciprocate
Trying to hold diamond smoke
Even though fate
Shook her ruthless head
Chasing madly after a mirage
The only oasis thirsted for
An ambrosial image
That leaves us wanting more
                                                  more
                                                          more

You lied to me this week
and you lied the week before,
You led me on and dragged my heart
all over the floor.

You can break me once
and you can even break me twice,
But break me for the third time?
Now thats not very nice.

For as long as I have known you
I have fought for you,
I gave you all my love
But clearly I have been a fool.

I swallowed up my pride tonight
to please you once again,
I begged and groveled to you
just to be my friend!

Your silence said it all though,
it was clear our time was up.
Your lack of remorse or mercy
was what really set me off.

I told you everything
that needed to be said,
And all the while I secretly hoped
that you wished that you were dead.

Now I'm just being honest,
I'm very sorry. (Not.)
But this whole mess and misery
is really all your fault.

So I grabbed that T-shirt,
your socks and bracelet too.
With a vengeance running through me,
I ******* my shoes.

You didn't know I was coming,
in fact you looked pretty shocked
To see me standing on your porch
When you opened the door unlocked.

For the longest time you stared at me
saying not a word,
And I just crossed my arms and glared-
I would bet that my message was heard.

I handed you the T-shirt,
threw the socks upon the ground.
Tossed the bracelet on the steps
What goes around comes around!

I then shoved at your chest
a gift all wrapped in paper,
I basked in the guilt on your face
as you fumbled with the wrapper.

You examined every aspect
oh-so-carefully,
Then stood there for forever
still not saying anything.

You stood there, stood there, fumbling
Connecting thoughts to words,
But they never made their way out,
And not one word was heard.

"Merry Christmas", I said quite bitterly
after some time had passed,
"I want my **** back."  were my next words,
Sorry to have been crass.

So we went inside
as you gathered up my things.
I kept a stick straight poker face,
the entire time reminiscing.

Next I thanked your parents
for the kindness they had shown.
This sad goodbye is thanks to you,
I wonder if they even know?

We proceeded down your hallway,
and I stood outside your door.
I took one more look in your eyes,
The eyes I loved so much before...

"Is there anything you want to say
to me before I go?"
You still just stood there quietly,
and then shook your head no.

I know you all too well,
I saw it dimly on your face,
That you felt a little tinge of sorrow
knowing that you've been erased.

"I guess this is it then."
Last chance to make a move.
"Before I go theres something
that I really need to do."

With your hands laced behind you,
I caught you so off guard,
When I lunged directly at your chest,
when I pushed you so hard!

That push was all I needed
to finally let go,
It made me suddenly feel stronger,
Empowered, and In-Control.

"Get off my porch!", you shouted
But I was already on my way.
"Get out of my life!" will be
the last thing that you ever hear me say.

I sped away in my car,
drove out into the night.
Nothing but smiles upon my face,
for I know this time....

I've won the fight.

Sometimes I don't feel very poetic,
and sometimes I just feel pretty pathetic,
because some days I feel like I'm doing fine,
but a moment later I want to just die,
because theres so much inside that I need to say,
but try as I might I can't find the right way,
because I feel so alone- Who could comprehend,
the pain, the pressure, the ache in my head,
so I just resort to going to bed,
but sleep never finds me, for it too has ditched,
and sometimes I just feel like a whiney *****,
because regardless of the ******* and all of this mess,
I know that ultimately I have been blessed,
it might take not weeks or months, rather years,
but I know one day will mark the end of my tears,
I might be at the bottom, the worst I could be,
but I've got my whole life still ahead of me.