Stupid *****
Huh
That’s what’s you said
I’ll show you why I’m the most intelligent
*****
In this room
No ***** you can grab
Me by

I’m the same artist
In every different stanza
You see different people
Different women
But we are all the same

We love nostalgia
It’s why you
Read these poems
So you can feel despair again

Sadness usually consumes me
At some point
It’s like I’ve been running a marathon
Things are getting personal
But I can clear my mind
If I try hard enough
I only get sad
Sometimes
You can’t say that out loud though
People start to worry
It’s days like that I wish
We all just said what’s on our minds
I’m ******* miserable
How about you
Maybe miserable as well
I start thinking
Why aren’t people more honest
Why does honesty terrify them
So much

It’s five am and I’m thinking about
How I use to be sad if you departed
without giving me kisses
Now we can not even get through
One phone call without
Being at each others
Throats

I am lonely
But I melt into that
I melt into the sunset
And the silence

I am sitting in traffic
And I’m wondering
Is it immature to wish
There is some universe where I got
One over on you
Where I called the lawyers first
Where I didn’t lose my job
One where Gabriel and I
Move to Colorado
And I don’t have to answer to you