Hungry again?
She's always hungry.

Typically unsuccessful
Alchemy of desire
To transmute opinion to fact
Always so certain
Meaning it so much
A promise to always come back

Striving
In the swirl

Avoid death is my only dogma,
But I'm a Love enthusiast.

My vow was to ONLY love the real.
But I acquired an appetite for the clever.
I'd worry if it was betrayal.
But nothing matters more than ever.

Love: it wasn't made for us, but for time
I'm sure its purpose is not to make us smile.
Is it just that it conveys some misunderstood message or advantage to our offspring?
Yes, something like that.
We need to think it's for us but it's not.
And only time keeps the knowledge of the point.
And time never says anything to me, it just keeps moving.

To not be heard

It's not her ears

Some voice sounds happen
And she responds
To what she decided was said.

He looks confused
Yelling
Crying
Speaking slow
Nothing works
His actual words will never be heard
By her

Just let me talk so I can see what I think
And decide if I think that’s alright
Because I often get it wrong
And I never finish songs
Or even short stories
I write

I Love Everything

Say something
Then later
The “me” act
Seems so fake

This will be next
“Why did I write that fake bs?”

I swear it wasn't on purpose
I slipped and then the die was cast.
Now I fixate on a nonexistent route
Between here and the prerolled past.

Intelligence in service of greed

Everywhere I go,
Everyone always tells me,
"Never trust anyone
Who speaks in absolutes."

Self-fulfilling prophecy experts agree
Among the most potent:
"You're unhappy with me."

A measure of health
How strong the poison fumes you choose
Suicide Machismo in disguise
I guess
It just seemed cool to not care
But I see the point
Jeez