is there a difference between love
and lust? if you saw it would you
know it?

is there a difference between faith
and trust? if you saw it would you
snort it?

i wish i were
awake enough
to live my life.

smoking is bad*
preaches the teacher
as he bites his nails
in anticipation
of his next
cigarette.

there is a poet with
the same name as my
ex-lover
's mistress
and every time i read her poetry
i weep
because it is so beautiful
but i cannot love it
because i imagine it was strung
by Her
just like Him.

i know i'm in deep
when thinking of you
feels like
thinking of me.

i can start every sentence with
if i were beautiful . . .
and i still won't be

but if i write enough poetry
at least i'll have something beautiful
to show for myself.

when the lights go out
all i think of is you
all i can think of is you

and i still blister
like you loved me yesterday.

words rack my body
like an exorcism
and i fear
if i do not get them out
i might cry

i'd rather swallow my demons
than let you see me
like that.

i used to drink your *******
until i realized
i got the same effect
by chugging whiskey

all the boys
who do
end up in the
trash.