This is not a love poem
this is an I love you do you love me like
I love you poem
do you know me like
you think you do poem
this is a would you be disappointed
if you did poem
an I have been feeling the chilling of the air
and I cant tell if it is just the fault of the season
or if you, too, are cooling
whatever heat you had for me
browning and falling and
crumbling between my fingers
like the leaves of these oak trees
in november poem
a what would I need to do to keep us warm poem
and this is also
an I may be completely mistaken poem
an it was seventy degrees today poem
this is a show me I am completely mistaken poem

Bottle of Tums on the end-table
surrounded by an imprisoned fan;
a lava lamp of antacids, cornered by dead precious-metal presidents.
Some greying ceramic **** matriarch
has a bulb sprouting out of her head,
radiating fat yellow on the olive corner, also onto the loveseat.

I say, I should read.
I say, People don't like
  one another, anymore.
She says, I want to be a doctor.
Work with animals, she said,
Help pets and people.

Days go by like the shush
following blurs of traffic.
Am I aging too soon;
Am I important enough
  to care.

Try to sell me some
Pyramid Scheme ****,
the man my age does--
the kid--
He wants sixty-five for
off-brand perfume. No way.
How about, he looks around,
the manager's discount: twenty.
I say no. I'm sorry. I can't help you.
He says no. He's sorry. He can't help himself.

An American filmography:

A Thief in Brooklyn, 1997,
Dirk Diggler Productions,
A 20 y/o man breaks into
apartments, stealing pills
from the elder renters.

Ghost Before Sundown, 2003,
Marythrone Image,
A woman suspects she is
a ghost and tries to come to
terms with never succeeding
in life.

I bleed on paper, and you try to decipher it like they are words. There are no hidden secrets in my writing. Just a guy behind his phone trying too hard.

I use to spend everyday doing the same routine. When I realized the pain I've caused myself and others I continued to do them. The little voice in my head told me to cause pain so I can feel numb when I fall. I spread blades across my floor and lead scars amongst my skin. I have hurt you and myself. I feel no l remorse so accept that I am insane.

How dare you call me. I spent every night for three years waiting for you. I spent my days crying because of you. I had to make a man of myself. I lost you in a fire for all I care. I wrote words of beauty and you never noticed behind that beer glass. How am I to be proud of myself if you never were. You wasted 18 years so don't you dare call me again. I've seen the unknown and felt the light of happiness. You are no father, you are a drunk in the hell you created. You're alone, now dig yourself out. I've never had the gut to say it but ******* and have a nice day.

I wake up every morning to your lovely messages. I have done nothing to deserve the happiness you fill me with. You are so beautiful and smart and just right. You have made me see what I have never approached and I am thankful. You are the next piece to this puzzle and you are defiantly an important piece.

You’re my favorite word.
And I could take you in endless combinations
Letters lining your spine like a poem you read as a child
The one where you had felt love for the first time
But had forgotten that this is what it sounded like.
You are like medicine
That I didn’t know I needed but needed.
Your warmth is like the summer air.
And I think you taste like the rain in the moonlight.