The End of the ******* World

I’m a ******* mess
it always manages to be the end of the ******* world
but there’s something
much bigger outside of myself

bordering on the line of pessimism
that perceives most things as too good
to be true

You’re the one in my life
who leaves me speechless
and I feel the bounds of my love
for you is so vast it must be
demonstrated in unearthly ways

It is easy to see life + history as obsolete
some kid will always dog ear a books’ page + another folds paper planes

there’s a revolution outside my window
and I am unsure how to teach empathy
or convey common courtesy to those who need
to fix their hearts


I’m afraid to be in love
and god I’m sick of hearing
that a pandemic is the perfect
opportunity for $40 foundation
or to grow from the diet tips
of a pyramid scheme
as if nothing else meaningful can grow from the silence that becomes more violent and full of longing
than any kiss I could possibly share
there’s work to do
and a revolution outside our door