And here I am, 
writing ****** love poems and sipping on my fathers wine while my parents sleep together, 
one knowing that the other is an unfaithful pig.
It’s late, 
and all I do is think of you.

I wonder sometimes,
Do you love me as I love you?
My father drinks away his marriage while my mother cries.


More wine for me tonight.

A love that could never be
She would wait so patiently

A heart that she could hold
They were all so very cold

A love full of clues
Things she never knew

A love without a cause
Is all it ever was

Careless actions and careless words
Break
The very threads that I keep trying to mend and
You're moving at a faster rate
Than I can fix

Reading poetry doesn't fill voids
We sit still in fear of falling
Dwelling in the dark
A shallow attempt at masochism
When blood doesnt suffice

We grow attached to our pain,
Accustomed to our cages,
Minds of dark static,
Corrupted ephemeral ersatz.
Hating the sound of our voices,
How they betray our madness,
The image of muffled screams,
The erratic jeopardy of our thoughts.
How we fall,
Look at us
As we Sway,
Look at us.
Dont ask us why,
Because we dont know,
Dont ask us why,
Dont ask us why,
Dont ask us why,
Dont ask us why,
Dont ask us why.