i dont have no kids yet
but im not denying any practice
and hate to get my seats wet
but tonight dat ***
finna get hit.

a large black and white beast lays on the floor beside me.
in this room
at this moment
no real danger is present

I have learned that love is dead and everyone gets ****** instead

Ive spent hours contemplating
exactly what to say.
There just isnt enough time.
Im beginning to believe;
no combination of twenty six letters
can accurately describe
a sliver
about this feeling.

please understand that im scarred from pain
the skin surrounding my body is rough with evidence
pulled tight with tension
and swollen with an unforgettable
                             feeling of sadness.

that which is never to be felt again
my love,
a vacuum.
one whose hovering above you,
a mound of dirt.