miss Plath you make my heart ache
-or, Sylvia, if you prefer-

the world wasn't ready
you deserved to be heard

miss Plath I always see you now
whenever I close my eyes

I feel you in my tears, breathe
you out in disappointed sighs

miss Plath your troubled tender
step, is met in like with my own

descent to darkened corridors
we're both so far from home

sweetest sorrow, you still emanate
transcend and warp my days

in this time I feel it more than ever
in the most dire of ways

miss Plath I wish I could do more
than a mad man's rambling ode

but I sing it now: if life were fair
darling, you would not have died alone

the funniest part
of it
      all
is that I (actually) said I wasn't
going to do this

but you had other plans,

didn't you?

you had other plans
you're very convincing
I listened
I'm a good listener

on a side note,
I think brown might be
my favorite color

your eyes were brown

I also like pocket-t's
quite a bit

speaking of which, I liked
the design on your shirt pocket
quite a bit

I even remember your name

but don't ask me to spell it,
that's a different story

just you and me, you
know? Or maybe you
don't, rather? either
way it doesn't matter

either way I'm infatuated
either way you have this poem
either way my soul has bled for you

I hope I see you again

yours is such a
pretty language
and i wish
i could speak it

but it's a matter
of circumstance

and that's just the way it is

again, i find,
once again i am
prodding at
my "wit"

to guide me though
i have no chance

and that's just the way it is

you smile, i wallow
you laugh
and i sigh
your aura never quits

mystified by just
one glance

and that's now how it is

i wish i knew
just what to do
with all this pent
up ****

but i pursue
hopeless romance

i want you, that's how it is

again, it has happened
the realization hits as
my pupils dilate

once more sorrows
eyes have found
their gaze upon your face

autumn is your disposition
I have found winter in your distance
spring is in our step
and I long for summer in your embrace

but this time I spoke
this time we sparked

one again, I am shaking
but this time
I'm hopeful and warm

then we found ourselves
right next to each other

I asked if you had any
sisters or brothers

I don't really know why

I
could really
care
less

but I'm haunted by thoughts
of you as a lover

still constantly trying
to find out if there is at all
more depth to
this mind of mine

this body
these fears
these vices

products of a
two dimensional way of life

the cause of constant
mortal strife

but I suppose if I
so
desperately want
to know

then there is hope for me yet

an ocean of being
that I float unconsciously above

driftwood that smiles

maybe there's hope for me yet

my favorite thing
to do these days

is drink at bars
torn by the way

pretty creatures
paralyze

my soul, my body
with their eyes

don't let on
my words you've read

don't let me
get it in my head

you all profoundly
tint with red

lavishly, this
dull strange life I've lead

don't let on to
that what I've been through

how I felt is now
a part of you, too

help me relax
let things be simple

there's reasons why
I can't resist you

but

please

Don't let on
My words you've read

but remember
everything I said