Self Hatred consumes me
like a dragon chomping off the head of an innocent knight
What did the knight ever do to deserve this
All he did was try to do the right thing

And for this he was punished

Granger Smith I love you so
Come to me or heads will roll

you know that sound makes when you open a can of soda?
that's the sound my heart makes whenever you walk into the room

that freeing, opening feeling
and all my bubbles froth up just to see your beautiful face

once you open a can of soda it can't be closed
just like my love for you is forever released
never to be captured

all you can do is drink me up
and revel in my sweetness before the can is finished

each toe carefully etched in the dissolving sand
it washes away as the wave washes over it
with nothing but a smooth canvas left behind,
for the next person to mark

this is like my love for you:

i know soon it will be gone,
left perfectly for the next person to take over.
all i ask is that while i'm here,

you appreciate me like i appreciate you

->  you           you
 bring  baby   loving
me                            stop
so                     ­        never
   much               will
           joy        i
                and

By the time I finished writing 2:47 it was 2:48
Now it is 2:47 and 20 seconds
It took me seven seconds to write that
So it was actually 2:47 and 28 seconds
Of course, the only poem I’ve ever written
That requires me to look at the time
Immediately coincided with me having to reload my page

Because love doesn’t want you to know the time
It wants you to be always a minute behind
Its plans

verb
ˌəpˈdāt,ˈəpˌdāt/
make (something) more modern or up to date.
It’s 12:30 pm
November 14th
And this is currently current updated information

And I still love you...

The warm moisture dripping from my hand
Sweat forming from the intense heat
The California air warming the animal flesh
Searing my skin

The burning of both the heat and the energy spent
On wasteless efforts

“You don’t sleep enough”
Well,
I won’t be tired
Until 12 am,

And then I wake
Covered in monsters and shadows
That are realer than I am,

And then I can’t sleep
Until the windows are open,

And I can breathe again
And I wonder
Why I’m so tired
The next morning.

Sometimes
I think far too much
And then I want to speak
And then I can’t
Because
What if I’m wrong?