Analyze if you will
The gravitational pull
Between the present bones
And this fading image

Explain to me
The point of no return
When I crush
Against echoes

I've got a wet mind
And a dry ****
Waiting for you to

Conspurcate
With cunning
Pungent
Logic

A sorrow I haven't lived
A brain I couldn't touch

It's okay to hurt me
I can't feel a thing

I was born unreal under the sign of you
I was born unreal and you never knew
My skin has waited for you to come
My skin has waited but you were gone
It lies dead, it lies deep
It lies stark and underneath
The shining memory
Of brushing near
Against reality

What I want
To split your head in two
Against the wall
Watch the blood
Run down slow

What I want
To erase every girl
You’ve cried in front of
Your tears
A gift
They didn’t deserve

For they weren’t me
And they didn’t want
To watch your head
Split in two
Against the wall
As the blood
Ran down slow

I’m tired, he says
And I say yes too much
But if I wait another 15 seconds
To reply
Will you
Like me more
Even if you’re tired

And if I say yes enough
Will you
Pretty please
Never feel tired again

If you love me how can you ever feel tired
How can you ever
Feel anything
That isn’t
Love for me
She thought

But instead
She said yes

I will
Make myself
Real pretty
I will even
Shave my legs
Everyday

I will
Cook you eggs
Scrambled
Even though
I hate
How they taste
In your mouth later

I will
Buy the first
Plane ticket
And watch you
From a
Safe distance
And go back home
Rejoicing on
The glimpse
I caught
Of your unaware
Moving limbs

I will
Cry in the shower
So you can’t notice

I will
Write you a poem
Every morning
And burn it
So you
Won’t know
All the things
I will
Do for you

Now can you please
Reply the text I sent
Two hours ago
******

I want to know you
With the intimacy of an old shoe

(It's busted, but you don't care enough
To throw it away)

Or I could hide
Amongst your toothbrushes
Inside the soda can
You use as an ashtray

I want to be
An unimportant, small thing
Something you take for granted
And dispose of
Out of boredom, carelessness
And other dull feelings

The worn out t-shirt you blow
Your nose with
Your underwear, unclean
The piece of a sandwich
Which winded up
Decomposing for three weeks under the bed
Until the smell was too much for you
Not to do something about it

The last cigarette you're saving
For when you get real anxious
About family, college, life
And event horizons
Anything
That isn't me

All I wanted
Was to eat pasta
Every meal
And never
Have to work
Again

As she looked at pictures of Tuscany in a magazine
She announced
You know I just choose younger boys
Because there’s only an ex-girlfriend and a half to be jealous of

But I could tell
By her dangling legs
She wasn’t so sure