I am fond of

Couches

of all things.

I remember

New Years Eve,

alone,

dozing on the couch

troubled

impatient for midnight.

I also remember

one night,

together

Only I was

dozing on the couch.

In a haze, I awoke

and there you were.

At times I realize,

such a loss.

Today
I was trash.
A huge pile of ******* trash.

I fear that is all
I will ever
Be.

I'm so lonely
and no one wants
That.

I haven't been writing
too much.
Because it's the same
stupid
stuff
that's forever
in what I'd like
to call
a brain

I'm giving you the creeps.
I don't even know what I need.
I am no help to anyone.
Myself
I am no one.
No one can help me.
I don't even know what I need.
Help me
Help me

I dragged my bleeding feet along the beach

The ocean washed over me

and I brought more salt along

in my pocket

for a little extra pain.

I just can’t get enough.

I just can’t get enough.

I’m all by myself

and boy,

I sure can hurt.

And so I am free
in a way that I was not
before.
I will miss so much

Every memory
and bone of mine
will ache.

I will miss so much.