but reading poetry takes me
more effort
than writing out my ****** thoughts
and splitting them into lines
And now it's time to sleep
because, you know,
taking care of myself

Do you remember
how you gave yourself to me-
the simple act of resting your head
on my bare chest
Your hair wasn't perfect anymore,
and neither was mine
But what we'd just done meant nothing
All significance was held
in the way your arm laid across me
I was strong, wasn't I?
You were safe, weren't you?
Did my fear of losing you
scare you away?

Even if I found you,
I wouldn't want you
You're too depressing,
like me
Or you're too optimistic,
which is annoying
Whatever the case,
say something to disagree
with my outlook
on any given serious life topic,
and if you're not crying
by the end of our discussion,
I'm not being honest

Tell me a cliche
Please
Tell me good things come
to those who wait
I'll tell you my story
Tell me everything happens
for a reason
I'll punch you in the face
Do explain.

Tell me there's a soul mate
out there waiting for me
I'll show you ten thousand
who never found even a friend
Why am I any different?
What makes you think I'm special?
Because you know my name?

Know how I search every day
on sites for meeting matches
and I never find anyone
I really want to meet
or really want to be with
That's because I'm still
searching for you
And what can I say
except I'm a fool

I blast music
I smoke drugs
I groove
Not to celebrate
Not to have a good time
Not even to escape
But because
it's the only
way I know of
to get
in touch
with how I feel

He took a drag
like it would do absolutely nothing
No discomfort
No tar in the lungs
No coughing
No high;
Just a deep breath,
but with lips pressed over a joint

The subtle grooves in
his slow nod
were more in tune
with the music
than anyone's hips
shaking on the dance floor