I could so easily
become a Hermit.
Push the World away,
shed obligation,
Never Truly touch
another Human.

But I am burdened
with Duty.
I am Cursed
to Care.

i was so sure i was better
but then you came back
around and you knocked
the air out of my lungs
with every little kiss and
every random embrace
you built me up and tore
me back down again i
was hoping you would
say "just kidding" and
come over out of nowhere
like you always did but
i know you don't care so
much anymore but god
i still do and i'm so sorry

there it is
that reminder
something is missing
though i never had it

what is it
it was a plan
i thought anyway
a task i need to do
maybe it's not important

is it real
did it exist
maybe i'm broken
is this a metaphor
is this moment my whole life
a string of useless empty thoughts

another day
another underscore

These forever memories
are rotten corpses
Sickening to the senses
impossible to ignore
An acid scar
A screaming child
It is the nightmares
that assault us in the day
that never go away
It is the nightmares we become
that whisper softly
when your mind refuses sleep.