There is no sense in this world anymore
I feel sore
Seeing people being all the same
It looks like I am to blame

Personality,
A word that doesn't exists in our dictionaries anymore
Creativity was pruned out
Like the hair on the soldier's head

Money is all they think about
I can't carry out
They are making insane
Making me not the same

I just woke up in my house,
on my couch,
in your jacket.
I called everyone who called me last night,

and no one answered.

I lay here praying no one died.
Or killed themselves.

"You look like you got ran over by a truck."
Thank you.
I'm getting run over by something.
It kind of feels the same.
But it's not a truck.

I’m not at all different
I’ve never made a difference

© Matthew Harlovic

He sips at a coffee
He won't waste.
Is the milk rotten?
Doesn't matter. He's
Had that before.
Nice now, to have food
In the kitchen.

He chuckles in a developed
Version of how he used to.
Pitch rising at the end.
He's happier now
That hungry haze
Has lifted.
That dark *** fiend
Who used to tease me-
He's gone.
Or maybe stifled
By the angel.

But God,
His hugs still crush me.
Those hugs are the same.
The eyes are the same.
The story is the same.

Nothing lasts forever
I shouldn't have been naive
I'll always remember the times we had together.

Sometimes I wonder if it was worth the fall
Cause I landed and I landed hard.
I doubt things will ever be the same
And I only have myself to blame.

Will time stitch things back together?
Or will we stay scarred
and broken forever?  

(a.d)