I have never written so many poems for one person
I have never wasted so much energy on one person
I have never spent so many hours thinking about one person
I have never spent so many nights dreaming of on person
And I doubt you can say the same

I want to write a poem for you
But I don't know how
I don't know how to put it into words
The hatred or love I feel
The confusion or pure clarity I feel
The
I feel
I feel everything and nothing all at once
I want to write a poem for you
But I don't know how

"He liked her with short hair so she cut it all off"
But what if she still likes him
And he forgot about her
After she cut it all off?

I smelled a sweet smell a couple days ago. It made me think of you.
I watched a movie yesterday. It made me think of you.
I heard a song last night. It made me think of you.
I saw a man do this thing this morning. It made me think of you.
I saw this sign this afternoon. It made me think of you.
I passed by a store an hour ago. It made me think of you.
I took a breath a moment ago. It made me think of you.
Everything makes me think of you.
I think of you.

Stuck on the last and my confusing past
Gave him my heart and pretended it was poetic art
But now I've found a new canvas
Nothing personal, just the sound of flesh against flesh
No common interests
Nothing deep
Just bruised skin and mortal sin
It wasn't love
It wasn't lust
Just two lonely bodies

The mirror, mirror lies
Reflecting back at me
All I see is powder
Where could I be?
Numb from the Columbian
A new national war bond
A roman hierarchy
Bang their drums obscenely
To One Right Wing God


The dragon took the towers
But man, it’s happen before
It’s been real hard to ***** all these drugs
To crush all over my mirror
And hide my ugly mug
When did I change?
I think I know who’s behind it completely
Samson’s in my blood