No paragraph long enough
No book thick enough
No poem intense enough
No ink black enough
No blade sharp enough
To even begin to explain
The complexity of her soul
The depravity of love in her eyes
You can see the way she twist her hips
The way she bounces her chest
Just to be noticed
Even if it is by the schools janitor
She pounces around like she's bulletproof
But the glare of her peers
Disgusted turns of their lips
Faces turning upside down
Just to find the right glare of disapproval
Are .50 cal rounds at 10 yrds
They dont notice the scar under her mini skirt
The ones just peaking out from behind her bracelets
Or the one under her flesh
Buried deep within her chest
Where she carved in the initials
Of the one who ruined her
its hard to explain her
But she's too perfect to understand
To beautiful to notice
She's the one in front of you
Only making herself seen by you

3....2....1.....
Your dream forever seems to be fading
Sand slipping between fingers
Oxygen slipping through the cracks
You're suffocating on the fear
Realizing that in seconds
Your forever will no longer exist

”Tell me about love.”
I can define it,
I can recommend books,
I can list the symptoms and effects,
I can prattle off agape, philios, storge and eros.
I can recite a poem, or a sonnet by Shakespeare,
but
I
can’t
describe
it.

“Tell me about loss.”
I can see it,
I can observe it,
I can sympathize with it,
I can parrot motivational phrases,
I can list coping mechanisms and techniques,
but
I
can’t
mean
it.

“Tell me about life.”
I live it,
I know of it,
I can speak of its origins,
I can tell stories of its endings,
I can watch it go by, try to find meaning in it,
but
I
can’t
embrace
it.

There's no beauty in it
It's just a false emotion
Filled with pain, misery, and ugliness
Wrapped neatly in a bow
Just to fool you
It's the Christmas gift you prayed not to get
It's the dry *** turkey on thanksgiving
It's the fire blazing in your living room
From faulty fireworks on New Years
Love is a lie
Never was it as beautiful as death
Only as ugly as life

I doubt you even care anymore
I've tried countless times
To edge you on
Yet I know I'm not master of emotions
I can't make you feel for me the way I feel for you
I know good guys finish last
The era of the perfect man is over
Men have become so accustomed
To always finishing last
They force themselves to be something
They were never meant to be
I'm no romantic
No superclass football player
No six pack having caveman
No party going rocket man
No 10" **** having man
I'm the last of a dying breed
And even my blood runs thin
So what did you expect
My patience to be eternal
Yeah I said I had patience
But what's the point
When socialism is key
To even trying for something you want
Good guys don't exist
Consider me dead
I'll put on the leather coats
Slick my hair back
Jump on a stolen Harley
Get tattoos for no ******* reason
Consider this heart of gold
Another ******* ashtray
Sorry I catch feelings when I'm compared to other people
Sorry I fancy myself unique
Sorry I actually have feelings
Sorry I fall to easy
**** it I'm done apologizing
This hopeless romantic routine is over
Me being me is done
I'll go back to being 13-15
Not giving a **** and ******* every girl
Who's interested in having a wild night
Hope I ******* made it clear
GOOD GUYS DON'T ******* EXIST

Your sleek ebony feathers
Cascading miles of white
Snow falling with each call for a mate
Piercing through the harsh icy winds
Raven. You're wasting your time
This winter has annihilated your chances
Of ever seeing her again
Your ebony beak now holds ice
Crystallizing your fears
You know death is nipping at you
As your wings of darkness flap
They only postpone this inevitable fate
You too shall fall like autumn leaves
Buried in the weight of winters sorrow
Like the roses and Lillie's you picked
Just for her on spring mornings
You know you're not a winter raven
You're just the last one to find happiness

I'm sorry
The moment you feared has arrived
Like the fat kid getting on the scale for the first time
Like the stoner taking a drug test
Like the old guy listening to the doctor
Here's the results
Yeah...it's over
I give up
You wont mind
Hell I know you wont
Its already like its over
Maybe I'll sail away on a kite
Get lost in between the atmospheres
And all that's left is this little note
So I hope you read this
Dont text me now
I'll be too high to reply
But like all the other times
Its over before it ever started
Your silence was the reply that pushed me over the top