All my loves leave
Without a kiss or goodbye
Set focused on their own things
Leaving me struck, dumb wondering why

All my clovers die
And fade away lifeless
There's no luck in love, it's a lie
And I remain still, the catcher in the rye
I’ll stay to myself, humble and glowing
No need to get too close, no need to know me

All my records break
I’ll get stuck on your every word, big mistake
It’s exactly the same love song playing
But I always seem to get it wrong
All my loves leave
Girls just wanna trick and boys thieve
Always had a thing for someone in need
Girls always gravitate to the ***** with the ****
And I think I may have outgrown the ability to make believe

We play pretend with love all the time
Thought it would get better with age like wine
But no, you all just leave me with that bitter taste
And now I realise after how you were merely a waste, love

All my lovers go
Far and away like the birds migrate for the snow
Don’t get too hype, they’ll leave 'yanno
Not today, but you know what they say about tomorrow

I'm coming right back,
straight to the mist.
Life within the confines of relation.
The city in my new land surrounds my thought -

my eyes open. - awake in my world.
Aware of intent is the general lustful idea and, perhaps,
as usual, I'm humiliated through impatient decisions.

Luck stays as he chooses.
To be truthful, I have become fond of his nature,

yes, I am alone in my thoughts.

Throughout the day,
we seem to meet back up in a shadow.
Blank pages appears in faces across from me

- It is true that in his world you are the Earth's shadow. -

Friendships blossom from a choice made by my lingering friend.
He is truly as free as I think I am.
From true darkness inside of you is where he pulls his ink.
He teaches a lesson of isolation as well as your history class,
but in fact, we are all he has to occupy his time. Actually,
he exists because of you.
He resides between your eyes to show you as he likes.

Fear hinders; drained of potential is not his purpose.
Despite the inconsistencies, I do not mind the trade-off.
Both he and I find peace of mind in chaos

Gravitational forces
towards something better
as if it exists
buried beneath
some distant desert

what is it
that strains to convey
itself
in this broken poetry
as if truth were at
the tip of its tongue

perhaps it's to feel real
for only a moment
to escape the routine
of making a living
which only yields
a skeleton
compacted in dirt

Take my writing
let it fly upon the wind
let it touch the four corners
of Earth's spiritless surface
Take it farther!
upon the wings of doves
and sound waves of conversation
to red and gaseous planets
let even the martian men
attempt to
translate

Luck, you lucky *******.
You're welcome wherever you go -
People call and people crave
And pine for you, you know.

What wounds that have healed,
What treasures that are found,
And adventures, unseemly though -
They seem to love your company
All of the best in life -
But to my humble companionship
You're always saying, "No."

I wanted it to work just as much as you
And i thought maybe you just didn’t want it to.
I know that it hurts
And we could’ve made it work.
I get that yeah it’s kind of over,
But i also had fun while it lasted.
At least i found some new music to blast and
I want to thank you for talking to me,
And showing me some things that I didn’t see.
I still think you’re cute and a wonderful person.
You are hilarious and lots of fun.
So thank you, for being around
Even though we don’t even live in the same town.
If this is goodbye, then i bow and wish you farewell
And good luck in your journeys through life, however many times it may seem like hell.

I drink pink grapefruit flavored drinks
my face smells like the citrus
when I lose things and people
I change my hair
it helps me cope with the idea that I can never finish a stick of lip balm and most of the people I've known only yield disappointment
no one is at fault here
but the blame is usually pushed into my intestines
and I spend five days throwing up
I used to be afraid that I would never see the entire world
now I'm afraid I'll never spend enough time in a place I can call home
every morning the smell of grapefruit grows stronger