Mark my words, this isn't the end.
You broke my heart, not my will to persist.
I'm only a person who's covered in cracks.
but I'll be ******* if I break because of you.

I like to believe that I'll wake up,
and it won't cross my mind.
That I'll go all day
without it burrowing itself into my head.
We both know that's a lie.

I like to believe that you'll wake up,
and it'll cross your mind too.
That I least once, you'll stop
and think.
We both know you won't.

I hope to be done with my work
before it starts to weigh me down.

Just
another
*******
Monday.

“I hope I keep you up at night,

with spiders in your head.

Crawling through your tired brain

with all the lies you said.
Did you hang me in the closet?

Did you bury me in dirt?

You and I, you see, we share this beating heart of hurt.
Some of us are tossed aside,
sun bleached on the road.

A lie, a broken skeleton, to lie without a home.
A serpent twists through empty eyes,
winding through the nose.

I will live forever

in the ink  of written woes.”

3:27 a.m, Thursday, March 26, 2015
- j.d

“Is it the nicotine, or the Svedka?

It’s barely midnight, and I’m already exhausted.
I’ve been up and down 309 about a hundred times today, and I’m looking to go a hundred times more.

I got an English paper due Friday, but I’m still drinking Thursday.

A friend is eight shots in, with eight shots to go.
We are the harbingers of our own demise.

Here’s to the nights we remember.

And here’s to the nights
we’d rather not.”

12:07 a.m, Sunday, March 22, 2015
- j.d

I'm a MAN.

A rugby-playing,
Football-loving,
Pie-eating
MAN.

A nerdy t-shirt wearing,
Glasses bearing,
Bad-teeth faring
MAN.

A sad,
Lonely,
Little
MAN.

A nice-dressing,
Debonair-looking,
Smooth-talking
MAN.

A rose-giving,
Hotel-whisking,
Loving and kissing
MAN.

A drunk,
A lush,
An alcy
MAN.

A person with
Thoughts
Feelings
Pain
Sentiment
I like stuff
I hide my feelings
I **** up

I cry.

a chariot made from
the bones of the horse
who pulls it.