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

Can you be
Less of a human
And more
Of an ideal
Tonight

I want you to be
The perfect response
To my every feeling
Something
Abstract
And good
As immediate
And immeasurable
As a sneeze

Can you be
Less of you
And more of me
Now

You won’t ever know
The sore cap
Of my knee

You won’t ever know
The dryness
Of my lips

I don’t need
Your pity or
Your guilt or
Your sense of
Accomplishment
At being a nice
Gentle and kind
Boy-thing

(I’d rather hear you say

I bore you
Than speak
To a dead ear

I’d rather hear you say

You hate me
Than love
A silent thing)

You won’t ever know
How I exist and
How near

You won’t ever know
But I’m sure
That’s fine with you

My dear

You smell of sour milk
Marijuana
And no flowers

You sound like the sea
In the deadest
Hour

You taste of sugar
Cigarettes
And no sleep

You look like one
Of the thousand
Goldfishes I’ve had
As a kid

I wish I could make you cry
But I’m happy enough
Watching you breath

It would get me so hyped though, man

I’ve already got it all planned
Out so you won’t have to bother
I’ve been patiently waiting
For the hour

It’ll be something
Like this

(Follow all instructions correctly,
please)

You’ll meet
Another girl
I’ll let her
Be prettier
And even smarter
Funnier and taller
But she
Can’t be better
At giving head
No
Not that

You’ll stop
Replying
My texts
I’ll wonder why
But I’m too proud
To ask anything
Until I see
Your new
Facebook status

“The boy you’re in love with
Is in a very serious
Respectable
Stable
And most importantly
In-person
Relationship
With a girl
Who’s prettier
Smarter
Funnier and taller
But she isn’t better
At giving head
No
Not that”

I’ll be the cruelest
Meanest thing
You’ve ever seen

You can’t ever know
The fury resting
In me

I will take
One minute
To reply
When he says
Hello

Now I guess
That will
Show him
Right
I know

You’ll say
This is too much like dating
Without the actual pros

You’ll say
You can’t stand not being able
To touch me

You’ll say
That’s why you’d rather
Touch another

And I’ll say
You’re right

I can’t write about you
Pretty enough
Serious enough
Strange enough
Or even
Complex enough
To turn it
Into a poem

Instead
I’ll write you
A song

This is where the solo comes in

Did you know
I’m always
Twenty minutes late
Which I guess
Makes me
Some kind of
Ponctual

Did you know
Two different boys
Have told me
My ****
Tastes of
Biscuits

Did you know
I promised
To write
30 poems
So as I type
Number 29
I’ll feel
Less in love
With you

And with hope
I’ll feel
Not so much
Nothing
At all

As you fall asleep
With a cold
As you
Ride the
Morning bus

As you
Take e
In an island
With another
*******
Boys

No you
Don’t know