I try to write from different perspectives
Think outside of my box and be more objective
Give every style of writing a chance
Be open to learning an alien dance
I appreciate effort and creativity
Even if it's subjects that for me don't come easily
I try to write and read from different perspectives
But one thing remains constant
I feel rejected

Everyone always asks, how'd he do it?
A rope, a gun, a knife?
I always give them the same answer
His true cause of death was life

I loved you the moment we met
Your imperfections made me forget
About my glaring flaws that you never saw
And still have chose not to see yet

Last I night I slept on your ceiling
It was the most ghastly feeling
to be looking down and watch you roll around with some other human being
Now when I'm in my own bed
I look up and see you instead
But I know you'd never sleep on my ceiling

Eyes spilling over trembling cheeks
leave in their wake purple streaks
A feeling as though my ears are full of cotton
Trying to speak, but it seems I've forgotten
Stomach drops, the nausea begins
Knees give out, legs cave in
Is this the effect of undying love
Or perhaps the result of lack thereof

I put stockings on my head and robbed the corner store for gum

I ran down the train tracks naked with just my sneakers on

I went into a church and smoked a cigarette
Put it out in the holy water  
Something I'll never forget

I stole wine and brandy from my mom
Decided I would tie one on
But ended up ******* the bed instead

I was a dreadful mess by the age of 10
Should have seen it coming then

I'm going to do the world a favor and not write anymore

I'm going to do you a favor and not fight anymore

I'm going to do me a favor and not feel trite anymore

I lied...