Humans -- what a pitiful, parasitic species
That has infected this planet like a
Greedy, virulent virus consuming everything
In its path with no remorse, no reservations.
All humans have a rotten core oozing toxic
Sentiments that engender chaos and destruction.
I’m surrounded by hypocrites with no
Knowledge of the word altruism, blinded by
Their oversized egos and insatiable appetites
For superficial and fleeting pleasures.
There is no hope for remedy; progress is an illusion,
Where the only certainty is our imminent extinction.
Civilization was a mistake. We were better off as cavemen.  
Humans ask me if I hate humanity so much,
Why haven’t I killed myself already?
Stupid humans.
Humans suggest that rather than lament,
I should be the light amid the gloom.
Stupid humans.
I'm allergic to futility.

I
  NEED
               SHORTCUTS
                                        TO
                                               SAY
                                                        I
                                                           ❤️
                                                                 YOU!

sometimes i wonder
what life would be without you
& honestly-
the thought doesn't sadden me
solely because
the thought does not exist at all

i cannot in my wildest dreams
imagine another voice
calling me 'baby'
singing to me over the phone
or telling me to stop dragging my feet when i walk
i cannot hear
any other laugh but yours
when i say stupid things
i cannot picture
another face to wake up to in the morning
or another smile to brighten my day
any other eyes to sparkle in the dark nights
i can never even think
of feeling at home in anyone else's arms
being able to cry on anyone else's shoulders
not in my craziest thoughts
can i ever think
of kissing anyone else's lips
(they'll never taste as good as yours)
no one else's body
will ever fit the way yours does
with mine
& i cannot fathom the idea
of anyone else trying

because once you've tasted perfection
*how do you settle for anything less?

i do not see the glass
half full or half empty
i see the lipstick stain
on the side
and wish
your mouth
was on mine
instead

i refuse to
wear red
but
i let my
wrists drain
the color
because
i like the way
it contrasts
against
the marble
bathroom
sink

i'm the
thorn on the
rose

I'll never admit
how i
dance
at 3am
when the world
sleeps
my clothes
on the floor
except
the black lace
around
my hips
wishing
instead
they were
your
lips

i won't
gloss my lips
and
wish for
yours
to do the job
for me

i taste
like
a
sad
50's
blues
song
you can't
stop
listening
to;
try for yourself

but buried are
these thoughts
and hidden
are the desires

lock & key
return to reality

awaken
9-5
sleep
die

i will die
with
a petal
hidden
where
no one
can find it
to signify
all
the love
which
never
came
my way

It kills-
Knowing I'm the pain
flickering inside
your eyes.