The crickets,
sing of nothing.
While,
the stars watch,
in equitable silence.
I,
think of screaming,
my rejection,
to the sparkling void.
Cigarette smoke,
pirouettes,
in the wind.
Grace.
It all means nothing.
Clouds consume,
the scenery.
Rain,
drowns the music.
So it goes.

I laid shirtless on the bed for hours, there was no form of release. I traced the veins on my arms, wondering if they carried a disease.
To my heart, that would drive you away so soon. They say loves a fragile thing, it fades out so quickly. Who's to say what love is & what's not. You were the lamp shade to my nightlight, keeping it out of my eyes. So I could sleep at night. I feel my heart being dragged back into the undertow of this ocean I call home.

trampoline youth in revolt, got kicked off cause I'm too old. Tattle tail toddlers thought you were twenty. Forgot you grew up to be a Scrooge. I'll sit under this deck, rewrite old poems to a sutle headache that never goes away. You are my favorite pain.

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

I took a bath in alchohol, to clean the wounds no one could see, all the sins washed away.
I let my hair down, and took a walk in the wind bare.

If you leave me
I will send you poetry
And if we marry
And you leave me
I will send you poetry
And alimony
And if your new guy beats me
I will still send you poetry
Your bones could leave this sad world baby
And I'd just switch to elegies

Tommorow I won't wake up happy or well manufactured, things came crashing in.
I'll stare at the sky like a ballroom ceiling, ballroom ceiling. That's where I left you, my angel in disguise. Negative anatomy, childish at heart.