Scratches
At my door
Awakened
By the teenage
Angst
A *****
Savaged
Feeling
Of them
Walking
Through the door
Smacks
Me
In the face
The carpet
Stained
With
All the kissing
All the missing
Pieces
Slaughtered shadows
Broken windows
The glass
It's in my feet
It's moving
Crawling up
Dancing
On my spine
All the time
Now
It's
Leaving
I can feel it
Waving goodbye
Dying
Inside me
Trying
To find
Me

Red blotches
On my arm
All this harm
It's in my veins
I'm too deep
For you
This will end
Bad
Unless
You prove me
Wrong?

Stupid sticks
And pokes
On your hands
Street writes
Pen types
Ball point
It stuck into
The dots
On my hand

The out line
Of my fingers
Crept together
In the light
That tip toed
Through the darkness
No condolences
We're offered
Except for mine
And from that sympathy
Came something
I cannot explain
I still can't
Speak your name
This game
Is slowly ending
But it winds
And turns me
In your corner
You aren't
My owner
Never will
Be
It's safe to say
I love you
Or loved
Because the meaning
Of that thing
Has slowly dissipated
With all my emotion
Corrosion
I can feel it
In my face
I still love
I still hate
Just please
Get out
Of my head
It's ruining
Everything I've said
This beginning
When I wake up
And even though
I miss the ruins
That I lived in
All my life
I finally see
They aren't for me
I love your ruining
But I'm through
Running
From what's
Meant to be

I hate this love
That's locked away
It's staring at me
Right now
In this very second
It's spitting on me
I can feel it
All around me
It's in my bubble
It's breaking my space
Crossing my line
And I can see it
In my mind
One hundred
And fifty one times
Flashing
This red color
Of love
That'***** me
One to many times
I still taste
The busted blood
On my lips
I can feel the lumps
In my throat
And on the back of my head
Oh and ****
I taste whiskey
The cheap ancient
Whiskey
On my breath
And when we kiss
I see the explosions
Of a **** show
The blood
The cheats
The puke
The violence
This is love
For me
That's how
It will
Always be
From now
Until
I die

I'm imagining
Myself falling
Through
The floor
Leaving behind
Everything
But the pebbles
That I'd hit
When I quit
On myself
Floating
Was an option
Once
When things
Weren't
So
Brick walked
Shut
Everything
Must take a
Turn
In the end
Just to win
Back
Where
I started
Thick oblivion
Sickness
Caving in
It's nothing
But some
Nails
Hammered in
The difference
Is
The garbage
Is caving
In
The walls
Are taken
Down
And I am
No longer
Drowning

I am not compliant
I'm moody
I'm messy
My shadow is crooked
When it hits
The brick road
The mail man
Nods
Knowing
I'm nothing special
The neighbors
Stare
In curiosity
Of
Who I might be
Become
But really
I'm the outside
I'm the dark night
Nothing special