Maybe he left
because he got
tired of plucking
splinters out of
his fingers every
time he touched
me because of
the fence I built
around my heart.*


B.S.

Some day's
I find no truth
in    what is my    own
feeling     limp    and       numb
finding            nothing         in        my         own       words
but                     still                 my life goes on
so         I write          them down
in hopes
that
something
will come
making
on your
screen
my
atomic words
an explosion
not unlike
an
Atomic
bomb
just getting
old here