I heard it,
a shatter.
Could it be my spirits broke?
could it be my tender heart
whose true feelings will never be spoke.
I know you don't want to be that guy,
I know you don't want me to be that fool.
But the truth is i never heard such a piercing lie,
how could words be so purely intentioned,
but cruel.

You lie to protect me.
maybe that's just what i want to believe
my heart screams "it must be"
my head says don't be naive
I been trying to move forward believe me,
I've been trying for so long
but my hands wont grasp the pieces
cause maybe i just don't want to move on.

I just want
You

As you are

As you've always been.

I wish there were a simpler way,
I wish the stars were better aligned,
I wish i had the courage to say

that I love you too
and i always will
Even if you really meant it,

I will love you still.

I wrote a poem

My heart was a scratch-and-win

And wrote another

The place was packed at six-thirtyish
whenever I arrived
and I found my way to one of three
consecutive and only
open seats.

I dropped my *** on the one furthest
away from the door
and opened up a new tab for myself
by middle-clicking on
the bartender.

She brought me a sloppy pint of lager first
then reached for Jackie-D
and I moved my hand to place my palm
over the circumference of
my shot glass.

Straight into her eyes I inquire about my curse:
"what kinds of brandy?"
then she stammers, and glances at the speedrack
under the cacophony I mutter:
"Christian Brothers."