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 want to write
Poems
In my dreams
I want to
Dream poems
Onto the tip
Of my pen
Leak them
Onto my paper
I dream
Of writing poems
Of dreams
Where I write poems
And as I dream
Of dreamless
Poems
Of thoughtless
Bubbles
It comes in a
Wave
The dreams
Of poems
While
I'm awake

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

When you sit still
For a moment in time
You see things
You wouldn't
Normally find
I didn't know
The bees were out
I had no clue
The sun felt warm
Moving fast
Just does
You harm
The air
It smells
Of burning dreams
No one knows
What's in between
The sidewalk air
The hammers loud
I remember
Everything
I've found

It's purple
And red
Bed
Made
Head
Laid
I think
I
Found
What
I
Wanted?

Guilt is melting off my face
Everything
It's all in place
The pace I'm moving
Places I'm going
I'm stuck
In pause
What have I done?

We're both provoked
By boredom
Same age
Still shakin'
Our childish ways
Bad at listening
Unless the times
Are right,
Especially at night

Our parents care,
I swear
Bad at raising
Good at naming

All the funny
Coincidences
To take you to
The moon
And back

"C'est la vie"

I wish it'd never end

Remind me tomorrow
I'll tell you again

I know you know what I'm thinking:

Virgins
Trashbag intentions
Looking through
Under your gaze,
Everything's changed

Night terrors
Angsty, sappy
Charades

All of the synonymous truths

The ****** counterparts
That have always been
Somewhat in conjunction

But generally speaking
I have my self doubt
I'm afraid I'll miss out

Or maybe fool myself forever

The shape of the body
Laying in the sheets
The note you left
Before you had to leave
Who knew all the times
Our lips met
We were giving
Our genetics a test
  
Just like a couple
Of spit swapping

Maniacs