I guess this is it,
I guess its finally done.
I guess I shouldn't be surprised,
I knew I wasn't the one.

I don't know what I was expecting from you
I know I can't expect it to be me you choose.
All I know is I was certian I was ready to
start pushing you away,
and in this time you've found someone to fill in my absent space.
For the record with that I will never be okay.

It is what it is, and I must let you go,
I never wanted to loose you
I don't know why I hadn't already lost hope.

As time has moved on
from you there is no sound,
just the ticking of me,
I'm now a time bomb.

I'm small & short fused,
feeling like I gave you all my love
& you've taken it just to abuse.

As my fuse grows shorter'
you distance yourself further.
I feel like my feelings are nothing but ******.
I can feel my self exploding
because I've held on for too long..
Suddley silence,
no more ticking, from me
the time bomb.
*boom

Let me tell you again about the dream I have where I wake up in a bed across the Atlantic.

The dream where you are settled on my skin, still asleep.

You are all lips and freckles.

In this dream you speak before you wake and you tell me, “hold my hand, hold my hand,” and your voice to me is like god ****** gospel.

When they open, your eyes are not your eyes—they are more like the only navigable sea I’ve ever known, and you’re looking not at me, but past me.

The dream where the air around us thickens and I reach out a fingertip, but when I touch you I go right through you.

Our skins ripple and move in waves as we fade into shades of cerulean that soak into the sheets, disappearing like bathwater.

I heard this all from the grapevine,
curiosity killed the cat…
so… seems unlikely that my dog killed your chickens
just give the poor dog a bone
it's pretty much genetics
all that nature versus nurture
even he makes mistakes…
let's let boys be boys
bygones be bygones
you should always love your neighbor
I know you eat chicken too
we can't be having the *** calling all the kettles black
you know what they say?
If you can't beat 'em,
                                          join 'em.

My notebook
Full of words
Letters
Commas and periods

My notebook
Full of smudges
Eraser bits
Crinkles and creases

My Notebook
Full of messages
Hidden Meanings
Energy and life

My notebook
Is the place,
The book
In which
I write