love ruins things
it leaves us all destitute
and hungry for something else
greater than ourselves

it all ends
it all breaks
we all give up

what's the point of letting someone
who will eventually leave
see your bare soul?

i don't know i don't know i don't know

i just felt like i didn't belong

it just didn't feel right
and i didn't feel secure

his heart was made of broken eggshells
and i got tired of tiptoeing in his presence

i knew it was bound to break

"it's just love," he said

and that's exactly the reason why i left.

On the day the world ends
A bee circles a clover,
A fisherman mends a glimmering net.
Happy porpoises jump in the sea,
By the rainspout young sparrows are playing
And the snake is gold-skinned as it should always be.

On the day the world ends
Women walk through the fields under their umbrellas,
A drunkard grows sleepy at the edge of a lawn,
Vegetable peddlers shout in the street
And a yellow-sailed boat comes nearer the island,
The voice of a violin lasts in the air
And leads into a starry night.


And those who expected lightning and thunder
Are disappointed.
And those who expected signs and archangels’ trumps
Do not believe it is happening now.
As long as the sun and the moon are above,
As long as the bumblebee visits a rose,
As long as rosy infants are born
No one believes it is happening now.


Only a white-haired old man, who would be a prophet
Yet is not a prophet, for he’s much too busy,
Repeats while he binds his tomatoes:
There will be no other end of the world,
There will be no other end of the world.

The sky was beautiful today. It was clear, blue, and it reminded me of you. The air was crisp, and cool. The breeze danced against my skin, like children at play. The ground hummed beneath me. It almost had a sort of musical rhythm to it. The vibrations moved through my body, rattling my bones, down to my soul. It was time. It was time to pay for my crimes. The ropes that were secured around me crushed me. Engulfing my chest and lungs. They made it very difficult to breathe. But I was not afraid. I looked straight ahead, she was beautiful. Her sleek, black body raced against the tracks. She was headed straight towards me and fast. But I was not afraid. Suddenly I had tears of pure happiness streaming down my face. I was going to be free. Finally, I could let go of everything. I was ready. As she drew closer I stared into her. Thanking her for the deed she was about to do for me. I thought not of the good nor the bad things I had done. Only the overwhelming fact that I was about to be set free. The horn of the train blew, the sound piercing my ears. It was loud, and harsh. But I was not afraid. I found the sound almost sweet. I looked up, for a second I swear, I saw your face. I smiled ever so slightly.
And then the humming ceased, I no longer felt the constriction of my bondages, no noise. My entire being relaxed. I was in the quiet dark, yet I was not afraid.