i am nothing but a stick of crayon
in the measly hands of a child
handled carelessly with a hold too tight
with skin scraping against roughness
bleeding red all over until they are satisfied
all smiles until im not so sharp and new
and the time comes to be replaced
all love until the tenderness turns into a break
and the time comes for me to be thrown aside

it must be so, so amusing to the gods
to bear witness to humanity
and its ability to fall in love
with the ones who seem most unlikely
and yet never so easily with oneself
it must bring them endless mirth
to see us adore in others
what we despise in our own selves
to kiss away a beloved's tears
with the same mouth we use
to curse our own existence

there is nothing in life
left to lose other than the life itself
and even as i ponder i think
will there be any difference?
the world goes on turning
and those around me will
inevitably move on
and it's funny to think
how strangers who read the
spilling of my heart
wouldn't have any idea of
the day i perish
as there would be nothing more
than a trace on the web
the inactivity of an already infrequent visitor
there is nothing more left to lose