We flicked coins at the wall
and cards should they fall
were our winnings.
We spun tissues of lies
ripped apart,
still our eyes were
smiling.

In a Summer back then
long before we were men,
who looked old and
disgusting,
we busted our way out and
into each day,
little knowing
we were growing
old too.

Will you take back those phone calls and the texts you used to send?
Take back the "I love you's" at two a.m?

Will you take my heart when it's been beaten and suffering from abuse?  
Sew it back together and watch the blood still pour out over you?

Will you take back the kisses and hugs you would steal in the middle of the night?
The way you'd wrap your legs around mine and hold my body so tight?

Take my memories, take my heart and just let me die.
Because I'd rather be a "me" if there can't be a "you & I ".

I whisper
Not a sound around
Just my own voice
Carrying into the dark
I can't see
Just a lonely candle
Flame flickering in the wind
Trying to make my way
But the night is playing tricks on me
I come to a stop
The air is cold
The hair on my neck stands up
And my heart begins to race
I hear a sound off in the distance
Ever so slowly moving forward
Step by step it's coming my way
I can hear the breath
I turn around
Nothing is there
I turn around again
Nothing
Where can it be?
I feel a pain
A sharp throbbing ache
In my stomach
I look down
There is a knife sticking out
I fall to the ground
Blood pouring out
I wonder why
I can't see anything
Absolutely nothing
All I am allowed is to hear
A distant groaning sound
The pain is unbearable
The blood won't stop
Getting sleepy
I close my eyes
I die

there is something
nourishing in cafeteria clam chowder.
a deep spice in your belly
to fill up the empty feeling one gets
curled up to a cold back.
rushing home to find an empty,
carefully made bed.

why fall in love?

a new boy means i am writing
poetry, again.

pain or damage don't
end the world, stand it like a
man and give some back