Couldn’t happen any better than this
Anywhere I go, I see your disgusting face
Never did I thought I had to spend more time with you
Nor being stuck on a desert island out of the blue
I could eat you now, and get over with
But I don’t fancy any of your meat
Around the island, I might find a snake
Lonely and desperate that could be my mate.

I promised this time I wouldn't let it get to me
I promised the second time I would be stronger
I wouldn't let him win
The second time
I broke

The second time I couldn't tell anyone
I couldn't let myself ruin my best friends last run
She was in love
A feeling I would never take away from anyone
A feeling I envy
A feeling I fear I could never feel after him

The second time I didn't blame myself
This time I looked out for my health
This time it didn't matter
This time toxins werent involved
This time it was all him

The second time was not easier
The second time broke my interior
The second time broke my exterior
The second time I let him win

The second time will be the last time






*I hope

the hip children of the night
prey on logos and women,
they have created counterfeit cultures
made from images of yore
slipped their flesh under blankets
next to lovers or empty space
and declared war against
their own human race
chased down roads in eclectic threads
hollering into the wind with wild hair
that navigate over skin unaware of
history and tradition.

while the feral animals look on with
muted colors and salivate
with a thirst to apply
their instincts,
their tendencies
to seek out the enemy
instead of calmly waiting
for their alarming arrival.

So they cut
These words
Like the blade that sung your melody
As you cast it from your razor
Or your plethora of phrases
Come backs
Snarky remarks
And stainless steel
Like frost bitten angels we wail
And spit words like knives
If insults could sever arteries
We'd be less
Left
For dead
So we cut
With shaking hands and quivering jawlines
We cut with our moms good sewing scissors
And bitter cusses
And self defecating tunes
To save our souls from being cut by someone else
We are our own
Worst enemy

Go home
Go home they said
As if it were a punishment
*Home is where id like to be
Home is where my heart finds me

There are so many people I thought that I could trust
But they all tell my secrets like it’s the daily news
As if their life depended on it, as if they really must
Don’t any of them have anything remotely better to do?

I write to let out my feelings, all of them at once
Since nobody wants to listen, nobody even cares
Everywhere I go I’m met with thick unfriendly silence
But once people find out, it’s the latest sick affair

And they talk about me like I’m a bad disease
All I wanted was some solace and the impossible peace
In my small little mind, because that doesn’t exist out here
I want to feel free, but I have so much that I fear

If someone else finds out, it’s another juicy story
I can’t cope with this, although the world is temporary
It will be over soon, but how long will it take?
For people to accept me and the choices that I make?

But what is worst of all is that I don’t know which one
Of these liars had started this never-ending war
They always seem to be in need of my thin ceasing blood
Waiting like hungry dogs for a possible taste of more

I try to be patient and I try to at least be kind
Try to soothe myself and earn a peace of mind
It’s not like they deserve it, but I’m better than my foes
I don’t pretend and smile for the sake of petty shows

My rule is that if you’re nice to me, then I’ll be nice to you
It’s not that complicated, but people don’t even try
And if you want to start over, then I’d be happy to
But real friends don’t backstab or tell each other lies

Turn up the silence and block out the sun,
Alone in my room, a bottle and a gun.
It goes click twice, I'll see another day,
Tears start to fall, can't carry on this way.

Hello.
One word.
Two syllables.

A knife through the air of silence.
An enemy of loneliness.
The word itself could bring hope to the hopless.
A smile to the smileless.
A friend to the friendless.

Hello.
A simple word could lead to million things,
it can bring you joy,
love,
heartbreak,
but it could also make you fall
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                                                            ­   t

Rip you to shreds.
Tear your heart out.
Leave tears streaming down your face.
For hello is a undecided thing;
Nor friend or enemy.

It's just hello.

A word,
the beginning of a story.

It's funny

You eye an enemy
And see what?
Just a person you hate
Isn't that funny?

You don't recognize them as another
You hate from a distance or in their face
It's funny.

They may not even understand why.
To them you're a random person
Coming to them with anger and hate.

It's kind of funny...
They probable see you as the villain.