i might look right old average
                      brown hair
                      brown eyes
                      average build
                      average weight
but no
  i'm not average
                     i'll give your **** back
                     with a smile
i'll move on
with a laugh
                     i'll get over you
                     with whatever i can
              no, i'm not saying i'm a *****
i loved you
still do
                        but no, you took it
                        and left me for dead
     i gave you everything
     and only expected a smile
     or laugh
     simply you, happy
                                 i do have a heart
                                                         so i gave
                                and was happy to give
in the end
   yeah there's an end
                         you left
leaving behind one last package behind
filled with lies
complete with a ribbon and kiss
                                                  well you know what?
                i sent it back
        full; i kept none of your lies
             complete with a ribbon, a kiss
     a smile
                                  and no return address
            i sent it back
—keep the memories for both of us, i'm struggling enough—

i don't know you at all
yeah i've read your poetry
but i don't really know you
pretty girl, stay, please
death is harsh
i know it is
it kills others around you
not just the suicider
please pretty girl
stay
pretty girl i'll talk to you
but please stay
it's your choice pretty girl
but it'd be nice if you stayed
pretty girl please stay x

I am concerned
That you are my desert spring
And I will drown in you
That I haven't felt like this
In a ****** long time.
And I will forget
I am concerned of tying the stem of your flower-kite
And gluing it to a brick.
And I will forget my nature
To drag you through the thorn bushes naked.
I am concerned
That You will make me
Happier than I have been in a year
Of purgatory
Only for me to leave.
And I am concerned
That I may
Fly this plane into a building


and say a four-letter word

desperate hands clasping branches
            forcing the limbs to shake
            just as much as hands
                    the of the climber
    leaves and new buds are torn off
                     tears
                    blood
                    sweat
           is smeared on the tree
                                             a rope
is tied around the strongest bough
    the rope is coarse and chafes
                       skin and bark
a dead weight pulls
the branch bends with added weight
the coarse rope holds dead life
the snap is bone and branch
blood and tree sap spills
                   yet only one natural thing lived
                   how does the tree feel about this?

people are always changing walls
                   new paint
                            wall paper
                            filling holes
                            knocking them down
walls would be so self conscious
    no one likes them
    the way they are