John B

John B May 2016

The worst day of the year

To be torn up over another woman

Obviously I try to act normal but she can tell; she digs it out to understand. She's sharp, but her memory isn't what it used to be, and having to fill in the blanks on things she should remember may **** me....

John B May 2016

Forever

Do you promise?

I know you're unsure but I'll believe you.

Even knowing how bad it will hurt

When we find out you were wrong

I'll buy in and give my all to the ignorance

For the memories of something magical

Impossible

Eternal love

She once asked me what I wanted her to say, she must have known I was asking for too much, if only I could have put it in words, we may have had a laugh and not a schism.

John B May 2016

Tears

Wretched festering

This poison liquid in my eye

Salty acidic dihydrogenmonoxide

You know she does this to you, why do you pursue it?

Not it, its always there she just brings it out to be dealt with, give her its pelt as a matching hat and jacket!

What he said.

Which one?

Right?

John B May 2016

Tell it to the Mic

I got this feeling that I cannot erase

You're something else I cannot face

Because she was everything I wanted,

And that's not a lie

And as my cup runneth over

I could have been alright

She deserved to date princes,

And it cuts me inside

To know that she's chosen to be an abusers wife

Please consider me an alternative to suicide.

John B May 2016

Retitled

My dealer came and went

We talked about the war

I read 100 poems

It only scratched the sore

My mind keeps playing music

My ear is to the door

It plays upon the tension

Of my heart down on the floor

I know I'm not a mastacist

I know you're not a *****

But I would give up anything

To see you once more

My heart strings played by telephone

This ringing in my ears

My drug of choice before me

I can't squelch the flow of tears

I don't want a taste

It's clear to me this pain insides for you

So I won't waste it

Should it do you good

I'll suffer worse than wounds

If it would make you smile

I'd pluck out my eyes

I'd gouge out my ears

But the rain itself would be your tears

They soak my tired shoulders

Is it in my heart or in my mind

What can I cut to free myself

I can't leave you behind

I was born for the end but if you were a zombie I'd seek a cure.

John B May 2016

Not So Common Sense

"A" is one

"A couple" is two

"A few" is generally three

"A bunch" is certainly more

John B May 2016

Serious

Just now and for the first time ever

The lightlings calls have pierced my essence

And I feel not sick but better

Oh what lays behind this message