My horoscope told me that I should think creatively today. It told me that I should write and so here I am, attempting to write a poem.

Little does my horoscope know that my mind is unable to function.

"Write something clever! You will create something great!" My horoscope instructs me but unfortunately that task is easier said than done, but I try because I want to fit in. All the cool kids are doing it.

However, nothing but loud noises come out and the writing police come to get things under control.

My brain has been arrested for causing a public disturbance.

Writers block has taken over. It is a cell block in my mind where all of my creative ideas have been cuffed, thrown into a corner, and forced to *** with rusted metal bars offering no privacy.

It's humiliating.

As I sit in my little jail cell I think about what I've done and how I could never come back here again.

"Next time," my brain tells me, "Don't listen to your horoscope."

I love you my dear!
This much is true.
And every time I’m lonely,
I think of you.

I need you not, no,
When my suitors all surround me.
But, when alas they disappear,
I love you oh so madly!

My lover’s skin is soft and warm.
His kiss all I could desire.
But when he’s gone, your pasty skin,
My heart it sets on fire.

Dawn to dusk; from here to there.
Too busy to be lonely.
But at days end, distractions gone,
My heart cries for you solely

No, first pick you are not.
And so in my heart, your love can never please me.
But, this I know to be ever true,
I love you! I love you! When I am lonely.

here's to the inappropriate bonds
the secrets that form between us
all of the nights spent hating all
of the things that we'll never admit
and the mornings spent regretting
all the stupid things that we did

you're an alien to me
here you come
with your false light
you come creeping in
the middle of the night
all I'm left with is lost time
I've been violated
in ways I can't explain
and no one believes me

here's to the unforseen devistation
that contact has cost us
all of the days spent as strangers
not to each other but to ourselves
and all of the mornings we wake up
wishing it was yesterday...

you're an alien to me
here you come
with your false light
you come creeping in
the middle of the night
all I'm left with is lost time
I've been violated
in ways I can't explain
and no one believes me