Let the world end
That has never said hello to me.

I've finally begun
To realize I missed the beginning.

Late to the show.
Life was late to my birthday.

It's now 11:59,
And no angels show themselves.

These seconds burying
Me like dirt, like tar, I'm just waiting

For the last crumb
Of daylight to say, Adieu.

Suddenly
Im awake again
I look arround
No one's there
I look back in time
I wish she could hold my hand
I remember last night
I was wasted
I screamed for her to be back

When I'm in love I'm a fool
But I dont take any of it back
I might sound desperate
But really
I just miss to be held

They say man don't cry
Then tell me why
The women who made me a real man
Held me when I cried
Fearing it all would end

I, I’ve,
I, I’ve—

I’ve dug a grave
Deep into the ground
Filled with hail and rain
And foul

Words that burrow
Further
Than any other
Worm

Than any other
Word

Painted portraits
Contorted faces
They’re laced
With malice
And filled
With hatred

The pictures of the
Dead
They stare
Straight ahead

No goal
In mind
No destination
In sight

When they give their
Final bow
How’s the world to
Spin around

When the weight befalls
A fallen tapestry
Without a sound

Every step you take
Is disturbance
And breaking of the
Silence

The wake

That resides
With
The fallen,
The silent,
The gone.

One filled with vitriol,
Another with dread.
Feelings of hatred
poured forth from their head.
But at an impasse
‘Tween forever and now,
The two took a moment
To bring each other down.

At the end of it all,
When the dust settled clear;
Stood the two former lovers,
Eyes wrought with resolution;
They had finally come to a sort of conclusion.

My life on that day wasn’t black and blue, or the pink on my face;
It was a canvas of white so I could paint the black away.
My life on that day was a million bridges and a million futures I could’ve picked
And I chose words to stumble, and words to fall
Out my mouth, to be stained onto those white clean walls
For those bridges I left at that river I drained, For they were all too clean and safe
So I packed up my bag, which carried my pen
And wrote down the words I knew I never said,
From those words, I built bricks and silver and screws and cement
But the words that I wrote, that I tried to use to play pretend
They were just imaginary
Some people had imaginary friends or monsters to haunt them at night
I had words that crawled and flew and bled out of my eyes
With sickly red, or clear of day
The glass I looked out of was rained on with black or red or white paint
My life on that day was when the words left me alone
The words I thought I was and who I knew I’d become
The house that I’d built as a safe place crumbled around me
My life on that day, I had realized, that it didn’t fall down all at once,
Not quick and erratic
Not all and one
It was the base that had eroded away

The world has never been
so quiet or loud,
So slow yet fast,
So full yet empty,

And even at the risk of
Life or death,
We still snicker
under
our breaths

And whisper like it’s gossip—

Joking about the heat,
How stuffy the air gets,
How squeaky our shoes are,
How creaky the tables are—

Quiet murmurs that loudly echo
In the suffocating silence

Like rats sneaking away,

Or ants tracing the lines

That have been ingrained into
The floor after years and years
Of torment,

Or the tiles in the ceiling

That have been
dented
and marred,
Dusted and wiped.

Even in the darkness there’s small
Beams of lights
from phones
Turning
on and

computers being typed on.

The decorations are hushed,
The colours are faded,
Not as bright as they used to be,
Couldn’t be.

The wind burns with
foreboding
And the sun with
impatience,

It doesn’t end even
When it’s over,

For everyone is
still

Running.

I became every person I was warned not to be. It was beautiful until the very end

We are not our choices but we are are most definitely our consequences.

I'm thankful for so much because now I know I can
I used to wonder with envy for others imagining who I would become when I finally encountered love

It was even better than I dreamt it to be.
I was blessed beyond measure.

But even forever is finite in the face of this life.
The void is proof I was there for every moment, every whisper, every giggle and every smile.

We live with regrets but this time I have none. I will be happy again when fault is not at the forefront of my mind.

I wish we had more time, now I really do sound like everyone else.

I'm glad it was you, even if it was for a while.
Farewell my muse, we had a hell of a ride.