Maybe I can just build you a house
And then sit beside it
Or inside it. Beside you.

I hung up the phone with the conviction of a man about to walk into his own triple ****** trial.
Your voice on the line sounded sympathetic, and yet, pitying. As if you were sorry for the fact that I was so in love with the way that voice sounded on its own.
I am creating stress, I am simply recycling old issues.
I miss you.

I will throw you out this window
And be sure that my fists are broken in your cheekbones,
Dislocated jaw will hang sideways
While our blood will mix into violet.
I'll tickle your ribs with a buck knife
And spit all my teeth into your eyes.
I genuinely hope that you don't die,
Your lesson is best learned alive.

If it wasn't for you, my fists wouldn't be vibrating
Teeth would be a good millimeter longer
Arms would be loose, migraine at rest
Furrowed brows under new context.

Please forgive my idiocy
For making this harder for you than it has to be.
But don't block yourself from your love for me.
Please don't force yourself to forget me.
Let what you feel be just what you feel.
The higher you build your walls
(or the less you pay attention to the workers)
The sooner my heart will bleed.


I'm ******* tired of being the one to get bruised
Just to turn around and smile through ****** gums
And act like things don't hurt.

I am on the frontburner.

**** it, this hurts so much. I love you too much.
I hate myself.
I don't.

I am so confused. I want you to be happy.
And I want you to want me near you.
Enjoy your friends.

I am with too many people too much.
I want to be alone.

I want to be with you.
This poem is ******* horrible.
I just miss you.
Sorry.