It's complicated,
the reason I said
goodbye.

It wasn't you
or me
but the connection
in between.

It was that
connection that made
me want to move
to be closer to you,
but all at the same time
be farther away than ever
from someone I was
supposed to
love.

i’ve got an itching to create
more and more scars across
my wrist
thighs,
hips,
but i have to hold back because
i cannot achieve greatness by
hurting myself and loathing myself

i’ve learnt to love myself but we all
have our horrid moments at 4:52am
thinking of how it all was and how we
don’t know how it all will be.

ignore all possible concepts and possibilities ---
ignore Beethoven, the spider, the damnation of Faust ---
just make it, babe, make it:
a house  a car   a belly full of beans
pay your taxes
****
and if you can't ****
copulate.
make money but don't work too
hard --- make somebody else pay to
make it --- and
don't smoke too much but drink enough to
relax, and
stay off the streets
wipe your *** real good
use a lot of toilet paper
it's bad manners to let people know you **** or
could smell like it
if you weren't
careful

Friendship is wings
Unstrung and uncaged to fly
Even when it's dark

It's 2:30, sir
And I cannot fall asleep
Why can't I? Tell me.

you and I
is a collocation
that was never
meant to
exist

once so close,
now apart,
separated by a sea of people.

Clinging to the past,
a memory if i may,
thinking of what we could have made last,
dwelling on what we used to say.

Standing in the rain,
so no one sees my tears,
trying to stay sane,
for all the approaching years.

Wishing it weren't true,
still want to stay close to you,
always try to be your friend,
trying to make these memories never end.