I could have been,
the extension
of a circus's worker's
not these
overblown
so many papers
of being
a civil
obediently
Accountancy
is a bore of
every morning....
running numbers....
and we seem to
be so excited
when its just
one more
or another,
of sequel of sums
to these *******.....
Its a waste of time.....
of the true events
of life's stimulation
pumping back in veins
and the secret of stations
of exchanging lanes....

I emerge when you're not there,
I hid from the worse of the abuse,
skinny into the sheets near pockets,
I hid my breath and the trembling
My mother knew I was always there,
but gave me points for the evasion.....
My own blood and their siblings,
but I hid like a strange and magically
once here and freezing like a
fridge.
I can't stand heat but the cooling
and rain affects fragility of wool...

It almost happened.
I was almost good enough for him.
He almost took responsibility, our magnet pieces of love almost gathered,
Before the scene got all dim.

I never knew this would be my lesson,
In a closed book, an endless waiting session...
Now, the page turns on me and you,
The story is about to end, not with a goodbye, with the almost, in a blurry view...

miss me,
think of me at 3am
of how you said you wouldn't
leave
but what did i expect
with your words
clearly faker than you
nothing about us was real.
i see that she was right now
post-you is awful

I'll break apart like a marble
of sledgehammer smashing
strangers of this fable,
I look the eye into darkness...

Heresy is a cursed word here
but its all I have ever known
since before and after dust's cleared
and too fatigue for weeds overgrown...

Strangers are often comfort and warm,
honestly without such a false charm
A shoulder for the days we so mourn
after bullies cause us shattering harm.....

Bleed into me like the tap's dripping
Fading Ghostly like a new spectrum
of failed repetitive of the names hissing
The rusty old end and a new beginning