I’m sorry Dad, I probably won’t be around next year.
Once I graduate I think I’m gonna be out of here.
I only say I think because I’m never really sure
where I’m going and whether I’ll endure.

© Matthew Harlovic

How do I push away the ones who love me the most?
And for what? A burning bush and a chat with a ghost?
Engrossed in the outermost region of thought.
I’ve seen quite a lot; believe it or not.
I sought therapy to discuss my problems
but my trust issues make it tough to solve them.
I must admit the moment we kissed
the world and its the chaos didn’t exist.

© Matthew Harlovic

Dear Sophie,

Most these
nights have been lonely
so I wrote these poems
in hopes that you'd phone me.
I mean, if only.
I would take your hand in holy matrimony
because you've shown me how to be myself.
I know it sounds cliche but I used to keep to myself
like one little incident and my self-esteem might melt.
But now I see myself in a greater view.
I don't beat myself up no pay-per-view.
So I have to thank you for all that you do
You lifted my spirit when I was feeling blue.
Peace to my depression like see ya later dude.
I used to be a mess but then I met you.
You swept up the pieces
when you didn't have to
and I thank you for that.

Sincerely,
Matthew

© Matthew Harlovic

Open casket—open
mind. we closed the
blinds but sunshine
slipped through
the slits.

© Matthew Harlovic