darling i need you
only minutes ago
i made another wish
on 11:11 to see you.
you haven't called.
two more months
may easily **** me.

|m.s.

to be completely honest
i don't think anybody
will ever marry me.
i'm a fully loaded package
with a lot of baggage,
to be completely honest
i don't think people will
ever sign up for me.

|m.s.

certain things are triggers
that turn to about you
that set my mind back to restart.
i have to have a couple of seconds
to reboot or else, i may ruin.
i freeze,
cognitive
functions
cannot go
any faster.
maybe you're a virus and
by a constantof you
you've somehow effected me.
or maybe you're not a virus at all.
maybe you're just the part that's missing,
making me
malfunction.

|m.s.

i've come
to this conclusion
that the universe
is against me
and i must be
a dying star.


|m.s.

i guess this
is what it comes down to
cowering in my bathroom.
trying to decide whether to get
lost between the margins of words in a book
or the pills in the cabinet.
i guess this
is what it comes down to
whether or not to count the times
in which i've wanted to disappear
times in which you're angry,
times in which i seem to always be
the source to this anger.
and you say it's not the *****.

and i fall back
into the descent of madness
and the reminder in which
it will never,
be better.
houston,
we have a problem.
i'm going down.

|m.s.

i was cold
i wish
you would of given
me
your jacket
however it was on
someone else's knees.

|m.s.