If you’re reading this
I am already dead
Cherish each line
As you consume
my last reflections
Picture my thoughts
Sliding through my pen
And wonder
What I am wondering
As I spread myself
Into this letter
I will explain
About my dreams
I will finally admit
That I fell into your eyes
And shivered at your broken pieces
Because inside was too twisted
To climb out
I hope you are not let down
That I cannot cure you
And all you have left of me
Is this column of words

We drank our wine in silence
And did not poke our pasta
I wanted to stare a second longer
Into your eyes
But then you would say "what"
And I did
Not feel like explaining
That I only liked
You for the color of your eyes
And how confused they seemed
When you looked
Everywhere else
But me

Half the time I’m alone at night
But this time
I was barefoot
On the marsh
When the sky dimmed to 3 a.m.

And I felt nothing!
Because there was no wind

Smoke dripped
From my mouth
Nothing there
To carry it away

Only a few stars
Showed up
And the moon
Was too delicate
Shying behind
The clouds
Because, I guess
It was only a crescent tonight

Thoughts creep so slowly
Dust wafts so quietly
I did not even flutter inside
And my mind stayed still
Like cold bath water
It was so easy,
It felt regal.

She's the type of mystery
Who ****** into you
With a barbed hooking
You never know if she's going to stab your lovesick heart
Or just stab you.

New
Is not
Always
Better
But,
Everyone wants to **** a ******.

If you tell me I'm meaningful
Then *******
The loyalty fades
When her zipper starts unhooking
And you hum to her smile
Leaving no thoughts for our flickers