**** me slowly
take my breath
make me unholy
cause my death
delve into my lungs
let me choke
between my finger and thumb
i inhale the smoke
make my thoughts
a dullened cloud
make my parents
be unproud
fill my brain
and make me sick
but let it rain
and make it quick

little marks little marks little marks
memoirs of before
broken hearts broken hearts broken hearts
feelings ; shred and tore

he has
blue eyes
and fluffy hair
and stands stiff
in the town square

he gives money to buskers
and smiles at people who pass
he buys me coffee
and looks into my eyes to see my past
he knows what i am
and he knows what ive done
but he said that i
am his only one

i am interested in people
of a certain type
not the sorts of people
with t-shirts that say 'hype'
not the sort of people
who only think about themselves,
no,
i like the types of people
searching the bookshelves

here i am again
hopelessly alone
sitting nervously
waiting by the phone
nobody will ring
and nobody will know
because i haven't said a thing
about that place i often go
it's very, very dark there
and there isn't any light
usually i get there
3.23 at night
for this is the time
when the monsters come back out
for this is the place
where the numbing is of now
i'm stuck here in this pit
and there is no escape
oh, how i wish
i will never wake

the friendships i had
a month ago
have perished
to the backs of our minds
yet i do not feel glum
and i am ebullient towards the beckoning future
that so many others anxiously fear
i am incredibly lucky
to have someone
like you
and without you
i dont think
i would be
     ......

you told me
you would love me
in the dawn
in the dusk
in the twilight
and i believe you