I died yesterday.
Doesn’t exactly mean anything
How could it?
I woke up, went downstairs
to see two kids eating, smiling.
I look across the table
to a chair full of nothing
trying to say something
She died yesterday
for something
I don’t know what for
but She died yesterday
and that’s it.

watch you from far away
as the sun slinks beneath the trees
got some
bad luck
a bad body
a curse in love
like it follows me hopelessly like a ghost
wanting to join the living again
you wink at me from your camaro
like it means something
in your gucci flippy floppies
and i giggle like it means something
two strangers never to see each other again
autumn will inherit ohio soon
me promising i won't be scared
of having air as the infill of my arms
and time is a stream with purposeful arrows
who am i to be your burden

...and when we're broken,
down and out,
what then?
ah,
and they'll tell you,
build your walls back up again

but citadels are made to fall
so building walls is just
a self fulfilling prophecy.

Matching back the pieces
patching up the cracks
life is one big jigsaw

but what helped me to see
was me being me
not bending to their will.

breakages must be paid for
therefore,
and this is the crux
no one gives two *****
when you're laying in the gutter
you are just cheap margarine
and they have all the butter.

so build yourself an island
somewhere far beyond the shore
somewhere where the breeze is gentle
and you can hear the breakers roar.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

I learnt to

love
myself

after you’ve gone.

                                   &

 that’s one of the best things

            
                                 I’ve felt in
                                    a while.