i spill thoughts
like sloshy truck drivers
alchol-tinged tears burning the lips
of mothers that lost their everything
fathers, their legacy -
He was driving on the wrong side of the road.
i hear my voice
but my mouth doesn't budge
i wonder if all this
is worth fixing

in my heart
there's a problem
my stomach
and mind
have gotten
much stronger
mission control
agent of change
blue jays chirping
bring us home

when you hear noise
i see static -
i didn't
think you'd be here
i said - that color looks nice on you
i - was just
leaving - i
wasn't just thinking
how cold my bones are
i didn't wonder how long we're
actually destined to last
i honestly don't want to know

i met a girl tonight
well
i met before but
i didn't know her
name
yet

the sky is
not your sky
not my sky
it's their sky -
there.
you see it?
i feel like no one star gazes anymore
or is it just me?
i think i would go
if i had the chance

just want to meet a girl that's a solid 8
and that i can somehow tolerate
'cause it's sad when home's become some horrible place
home alone writing poems wonder why though
saying after, that i should have bothered to take
     a better shot, with you -
maybe a longer walk, with you
because i knew on the spot, when we first met
that there was something i liked about you
     nothing new here
though
well, new apartment and job
oh yeah a new phone, a new vehicle
a couple poems
that i like -
a vehicle, to be who i'd like - to be and,
i guess much
     has changed, but it doesn't feel right
without you - it's not the same, ( at night )
thinking back to our days, i blame - myself - ( i should've )
given deeper thought, about you
taken longer walks, out with you
     i don't know where you've gone
or the numbers that you dial -
i haven't heard you laugh in so long
i've wondered
what you've been thinking
for a while now

i opened a box today
and inside were my letters from you -
i haven't read them in over a year now
and i wondered if they were still true -
i inhaled and breathed in the words
the letters you inked on paper -
i took a deep breath, thinking of you
because i might not get one later -
and at that moment
i found myself surprised
those memories we created
were like smoke to my eyes