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

Tie yourself up
Seal it with a lock
Keep everyone away
Smell like honeysuckles
Scrape your skin
Walk through walls
Disappear
When you finally accept
When you finally decide
When you finally don't want
That's when they find you
I strip myself down to nothing
Cloth me in your love

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

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

I’m the frog’s first love.
She is my first hate.

While she masks herself in ambiguity,
I look from the stretches of dream.

I want a flower’s outwardness, she said––
With a counterfeit smile.
And I believed in lover’s luck,
Because her eyes made me hot;
Slowly,
Like the wax beneath the candlewick slowly deliquescing.

You’re welcome to my ways, she said.
And my choices snickered.

There were bloodstains on white couches,
But my fantasies were ruled––
Through split second stares.
For I have left my mind, and put on love.
She remained bare.

The time’s ripe for a roaring girl––
To devastate me,
And leave me to drown in my own dust.
The end we all love.

I am not going to fall in love with you
Maybe I will love you, at times
Not everyday
It is too easy to find faults in some one
And switch your mind off them
You may be the best for me
But I still won't be satisfied
I want some one who is gonna fight me back
I want to watch them laugh as hard as I do
I want thrills
And nausea if I think about them too hard
I want to be on edge
I want to always think that they could leave me at any second
I want to feel like I can do anything with them
I want them to be there
I want them to be as obsessed with me as I am with them
I don't want to see them sad I want to see them angry
Fuming
Rampaging
Pure emotion
No control
I don't want something easy
I want something hard
I want to be challenged
I won't be happy until I have met my match

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

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.

He is like a virus I wish I never encountered
snuggling under my skin
digging his nails inside my veins
clamping on to my insides
the longer i allow it, the harder it is to remove
i try to scrape out all the residue
but he always grow back
Building a cement house inside my soul
leaving me swollen
congested with anticipation
I can't escape this sickness
The more I regress the more illuminated it gets
It feeds off my sorrow
Slurps up my happiness
And leaves me with nothing
Just a body with cold blood inside
I like it better this way
I rather feel nothing instead of this
You love me?
I am tortured by you.

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.