You can stab my back
Just don't be surprised when I sharpen your knife
You can glare at me all you want
Just don't be surprised when I do it back
You can shoot your words like gunshots
Just don't be surprised when I hand you bullets
You can set me on fire
Just don't be surprised when I light the match
You can tear me up like paper
And spit on the pieces
But don't be surprised when I let you
For I can't feel anymore

After the day is done and all
of the people gone
where do the heartbreaks go
when
the lights turn low
and the
night flows in,
it's a roundabout.

Spin me a silver disc
I'll risk one more bet on this,
a life or death
a wish to kiss
the impossible.

And try as I might I fail
it's never the head nor tail
the edge is where
I walk on air,
it's a roundabout.

I wait for the morning call, in
the rise of each day I fall
the lights grow dim
I'm him
again
it's a roundabout.

This present
that age brings to me
is one more
impossibility,
a misery
another time to see
that
it's a roundabout.

Today I have no hearts,
I feel the anxiety of my poem.

I haven't seen a single lighting
In such a dark procession of grey,
Forgive my poetry for how little my words are.

On this morning everyone, everyone goes
By passing my words of poetics.

And I don't know what else to write,
All that is left is the sigh of this piece.

I've connected to the world wide web,
I scream among the faces, I am alone!
If you want poetry, my words are here!

Because of all the days of this life,
I slam so many doors on my own face
And a loneliness seizes my soul.

Today no one has left a heart:
Today I have died a little inside.

Nostalgia wasn't a liar, neither was my mind, but we kept having dreams of better times while in the best time of our lives. The golden girl was the girl next door. The golden girl next door. You're too young to feel like a baby again. You're too young to feel like a baby again.

The golden girl next door, behold, a pearl, ex-*****, and a diamond.

To you.
I'm still feeding off your love -
Even though it's a different kind of love,
A milder kind of love,
One that doesn't keep me up at night with a racing heart -
I'm still feeding off your love,
Because foolish hearts like mine never let go,
No rehab can do them good:
So I'll still love you,
No matter what you feel,
I still need you,
Even if you're not mine -
It's good enough,
'cause you're happy
And somehow making my days less ******.

Our relationship sitting in a car
of a parking lot,
my body tangled in your arms.

Around the country
and your grandfather’s house.

It would rain
a lot
and so,
we would drive.

You used to look away
from the road
and into my eyes.

A cup of coffee
and a squeeze of my thighs.

I used to love you so much,
and now I just drive.

I am not unintelligent
Because I am young, or new
I am blooming
I am resilient and learning
I am pure
    And once I get to the place
You always told me,
I could not reach
I won't laugh in your face
But smile in your direction
Thanking you
For shaping my petals
Because they bloomed
In spite of you