there are lots of things i want to say to you, so i figure i better write them all down so i don't forget to tell you.

the things i care about most are openness, kindness, and honesty. you don't share those values. you prefer 'don't ask don't tell', lies over hurtful truths, sparing feelings over being real.

being real is the most important thing in this world. if you're not doing it, what are you doing to your existence? how can you justify your spot in this highly coveted realm of being? in having consciousness and choice?

you can do whatever you want, but i'm just not going to be involved with someone who is not being true. someone who is against giving his heart and his home to the world to share in.

and if you want to be real? let me give you the real deal. we are from two different worlds. i'll be petty now. i'm above you, i could expose you to so much more, things you've never even had the vision to dream about. but you'll want to play it safe, because that's who you are.

you can do better. don't wear your desperation on your sleeve. it's unattractive. women don't owe you anything.

you can write better. your lyrics can go deeper.

don't settle for what's easy, what's comfortable. although you're already doing that with your girl. don't be a settler, be a pioneer. i expect more from you.

maybe that's what this is. i'm disappointed in you more than anything. i thought better of you. you're a friend i just want to help achieve great things.

well, you can't have me anymore. but best of luck with everything else. although i live here and will be returning often, i don't know if i'll ever see you again. maybe we really are just from different worlds.

PS, thanks a lot for getting me sick, on top of the meatgrinder you put my heart through. showers do not **** viruses. you really have to be smarter.

saturday nights,
after turning in final papers 24 hours late,
are for
ketamine,
candles,
red grapes, and
stalking your ex's exes.

we went to catalina once
hoping to see seals.
it must have been the third or fourth beach
(all rock)
that we kayaked to,
when we saw it.
we shrieked with glee
until, honing in,
saw something unnatural—
a perfectly round hole
gaping in its belly.

we shrieked again.

sometimes i feel like that seal.
my heart has this round hole in it,
gaping wide,
unable to ever be filled.
why is it that we feel our emotions in our heart so strongly?

breathe.
i need to remind myself
it’s just the caffeine.
caffeine gives my heart holes.
so do unanswered calls
when you’re desperate for the person
you love.

breathe.
the caffeine will wear off soon,
and you’ll be able to fall into the elusive sweetness of slumber.
don’t think about
loves long past
faces, eyes, smiles you cherished so hard
so long ago.

all you have now is you.

you are responsible for the decisions that led you here.
technology has made us more connected than ever,
a dozen faces running through your mind.

you miss them all.
with the touch of a button you could be close again.
to be so close is dangerous. you can fall back in.
but you, or life, or fate, has led you here.
some things are out of your control.

but things that are under your control are much worse.
you have the power to flick that switch,
to change the train track you’re chugging down
so easily.
one flick.

of course we have free will.
i know any one of the dozens and hundreds and thousands of potentially little choices—
but really, big choices—
can change my whole life.
that’s scary.
that’s staring down into the sea when
you can’t see the ocean floor.
just nothingness.
plunge in.
it’ll be ok. you can’t go too wrong.
you’re living such a blessed life as it is.
but the possibilities are endless and swimming in them is dizzying
i have vertigo

we're all the ******* same.
we wear hoops in our ears to seem gangsta,
wear black to show we don't care,
we're all existentialists fond of nietsche
we write poems and laud self expression as a new god,
the god of the self.
we listen to the most minimal techno
while smoking cigarettes that will **** us
and we don't maintain eye contact too long
or we'll fall in love
because we're so not used to raw human contact.
we **** on drugs
god forbid we let someone see
our real selves, stripped down,
not hiding behind a haze of being high.
we yearn for a greater meaning,
and strut around like roosters pretending
we care about politics
but the world is collapsing on itself
and all we can do is write facebook posts,
millions of the same laments.
we don't actually care,
except as a way to boost our own egos for being informed.
we care about living in the moment,
paying exorbitant amounts of money to
rave in a desert with thousands of other people
also living in the moment.
we don't want ugly friends,
beautiful friends are so much more instagrammable.
we all care about having perfect sunglasses,
perfect shoes,
perfect hair,
more than having a perfect world,
perfect understanding,
perfectly imperfect, fought for love.
no wonder we keep smoking to
shorten our hedonistic lives.
our minds are decaying while
our bodies are getting primed up,
glossified, matted, blurred,
made more perfect every day.
nazis have an undercut? well,
every boy in america has one too.
go punch a ****,
not because you think it's the right thing to do,
but because you want to be cool.
we're all just followers, all just tools.
and writing all this out makes me the biggest tool of all,
because it's nothing that hasn't already been written
a thousand times before.

gotta stop saying
I love you -- the words are so
stale in my hard mouth