the rules of war are not unlike those of love -
make the punishment 10 times worse than the crime.

i waited outside the store
and wasn't sure if i should fall into the concrete
or fly away

would either have mattered?

take the hollow days
and take the joyous days

and crush them into one, please.

or crush them into oblivion.
i don't care.

just crush.

crush until the poems bleed into letters
and the feelings bleed into songs.

for i am lost.
and you are crushed.

we cannot have both.

the world will spin backwards
its axis reminding us of who we were.

the stars will jump down
in my face
to punish me for not fulfilling what i could have been.

we are lack of return-on-investments.

we are nothing
anymore
at last.