lips curled in
tucked beneath your
feigned half smile
fraudulent face


if there's anything
i feel i know
it's that always
& forever
consistently find
another place to go

I've always been
stubborn as hell
just like you
and I know we don't
share blood
but we shared
christmas fires
and a fickle set of ****** tires
we made up
a home together
my dad
you and me
one two and
three

I'm stubborn as hell
just like you
and
I'm never going to
be able to get
how you looked at me
the last time I saw your face.

I want to write
A book of poems
But lately words have been
So scarce
However precise
And so painful

All you are
Is a sweet sting
Of everything that
Might have been

i could be a mirror
i could be a mountain
i could be trees above
a 45 foot fountain
i could be a time bomb
tick tick ticking and then
snap

i could be
anything you needed
and everything i'm not

i need to carry

heavy
               things

so i wont feel the


emptiness


of my own weight

I'm going to need
three more chimneys
and a lot of wood
to burn all of
the silver tongued
horse ****
that floats out of
your mouth