It was a foreshadowing so strong
that I could almost see
the face within the silhouette.

How could I ever forget
the day that the two
directional arrows passed?

I’ll never see one
way the same again…

A forfeited love to have...
A chance at a beautiful sunset…

One that I would gladly forget
to have you lie beside me...

and crawl up marble steps
to get a glimpse
of what lays behind those eyes.

I don’t think it,
I know it.

The wind weeps
after it caresses you
and is forced by at the speed of breeze.

The air you breath
longs to be
used for speech-

just for the opportunity
to convey your meaning
in an utterance
formed from thee.

The sun takes pride
in the light it provides,
just so it can show you off
to all the passer-byes.

So how could you ask me what I think,
when I could only portray your value
with my toxic speak?

For when you disappear
from the world
it becomes but just a word;

*‘Meaningless’

I finally found her,
she’s in the mirror...

But she’s staring off into space
with a:

Not everything is clear
kind of glazed eyed glare.

I’ll try not to stare
and not to obsess...

I’ll only show my
invested interests,

but attraction
is attraction...

And caring
is weird.

Sometimes when you reach out
no one will grab you.

Sometimes when you reach out
no one will have you.

Sometimes when you reach out
someone will receive you.

Sometimes when you reach out
no one will believe you.

Sometimes when you reach out
no one will understand you.

Sometimes when you reach out
they’ll forget about themselves.

I’d like to believe people
are the tip of the iceberg,

and underneath the surface is a
whole person being kept secret.

*(But kept too long and no one will ever receive it)

I’ve been converged upon…

Now I can’t even see her face.

My brain is preoccupied in thinking
about the most bizarre things.

Too twisted to describe…

Although I will try anyways...

Mostly;

‘deathmeltexplosiverots.’

That can’t be helped.

That can’t be stopped.

I take my time...

The gathering passed.

An empty seat…

where she was last.

It’s there where I find my plot,
rummaging around
in my flattened heart.

A darkened tone breaks
the pink landscape.

A sleeveless vest
torn and frayed.

A face,
amongst others,
out of lace...

An exit wide open.

A back turned and walking away.

Cutesy fluff from wall to floor,
from ceiling to door.

Not a smile to be had.

Winds blowing me down...

I’ve come around,
witnessed,
marked up,
and then left.
(In my usual way)

A rain filled cloud
swept by
without releasing its load.

I remain dry,
but my ‘Plush Girl’,
I go on by...

Ignorant of what it feels like
to be inside
your denim disguise .

An opportunity to ride the wind.
The greatest joy of death is the falling.

The sights of fall,
the sounds of them all,

hear their call,
the crinkle beneath your feet,

another broken leaf…

A capsized philosophy
off of the family tree.

Will you pardon me
for taking my leave?

Or are you so cruel to act
as if I never received...

Your expectations at last
have come to pass.

I don’t care.
I don’t care...

But look at me.

It’s hard to be
when you need it most.

I don’t think I deserve
to be left to coast,

on my way
as if I never existed…

But fair is fair
to those who decide.

And I don’t think it’s right
to be swept aside,

but what can you do
when you lived life?

You had to lose sooner or later...
Good night to you.

*I could never hate her.