The sky was red the night
Of my grandfather's funeral.
My friends came by
To get me to feel spacey.
They stayed passed twelve.
But I feared it was too late.
I crammed myself in the
Backseat
Again.
My entire body aches with pain.
I need to start writing
These ******* thoughts
On paper.
So they become my own.
I really just want
*******.
I'm sick of these feelings.
So I'm just going to continue
To flirt with death
And look you in the eye.
You're so beautiful,
So unattainable.
Yet I've touched you
Time and time again.
I saw you last night.
You looked frightening.
I saw my skin stand tall.
I knew then I have been
In love from the beginning.
Maybe soul geometry
And connective intuition
Followed by countless
Zodiac comparison
is inevitable.
And I will end up alone
With one million
Felines while other
Mothers marry off their
Daughters..


  
It's been you.


And I shriek.
For I am losing myself.
And I for once feel comfortable.