i keep reading
the old letters.
from the old you.
holding on to what you
used to be.
i cant grasp
the person who's in front of me today.

you are so insignificant
just a small
microscopic
being.
but yet,
when you collide with someone else
you're something bigger.
hopes
dreams
wishes
for love.
but in reality
this world is big
scary.
and you must realize
you're all alone
in this
big
scary
world.

you're obsessed with
feeling something.
remember when you felt that
for me?
now i'm old
worn out
no longer.
so you turn to your equivalent
of love
happiness.
if you could be altered by my tears
maybe you'd love me..

tonight let’s take depression out into the night light
dress it up in heels and lipstick so it will be approved
but that night
out in the night light
will result in learning the niche
for fraud

tonight let’s take depression out into the moon light
the bottled poetry laying underneath the soil
I dig for it
to quench depression
for depression is thirsty
in need of relief

tonight let’s take depression into the darkness
here there is nothing for her to hide her naked person
she is exposed
she can do nothing but lay on her back
and feel like chill of sheets on her spine
as she takes over herself

tonight let’s take depression under the ground
the same place where the bottle of poetry lay
ironic isn’t it
the thing that put her there
lay the foundation
for where she would end up

it was the way
you spoke about her

your words at a whisper
hiding the tone of desire

and the way
i wish i heard that desire
in your words about me.

if only i was
extraordinary

the house i live in
is burning to the ground
as i record the color of the flames
and the shadows they project on my skin.