I wanted to say I was so sorry that I lived so far
In a New Jersey accent and feel the words slant

My sweet, pretty, well versed commodity;

This was to become my mistaken novelty and spectacle
that I will have felt I should not have lent

To anyone else. For this was no prize,
and not a second hand desire.

This was of the most simplest love to provide.

Laying in bed with you using me as a pillow to trust in youth

I now laid in bed alone and thought of you

and wondered how I might of soothed better,
not seemed to have used you,
not faced the truth,
to lead on to lose.

Now you were gone
And moved on
but instead I seem to feel
the distance grow in my chest
and I know I am responsible
that we lost the will
so I am sorry
I still live so Far

walk into room from shower
Write message to hopeless love interest on Facebook
comb hair
wonder if I used to lose this many when I was younger
make a neat pile to see if its a substantial amount
eh
itch in ear
walk to bathroom
consider if i should see a therapist about anxiety because of potential hair loss
grab 2 q tips
return to room
cleaned ears
chose to ignore it
seen 4 minutes ago
No reply

Some of us come as studded earrings carved with the occasional crack. As a hairline receding. Shaved to make old age come with ease. As the small hands well kept of young adults to be respected. But most, instead of the stone something more rounded glass perhaps but more precious and delicate. With an eye that has yet to become what it has seen. Washed up. But washed none the less. Picking up scent as a wet towel. But this one was the youth. Just aloof a fool to follow as perhaps the sand upon we stand.

as day shifts                                                                                                                   and the longer you stare
to night, security lifts                                                                                                                           into the air
from my sight.                                                                                                         the more convinced you are
Now begins the                                                                                                                that something is there
extensive fight.                                                                                                                     and if you look hard
one imminent                                                                                                                            then you will find
and brutal.                                                                                                                                             that in fact,
Not of the Mace,                                                                                                                you've lost your mind
but of the Mind.
Though pain,
does ensue.



           by the
gloved hand's shadow
behind your head,
foot, neck and eyes,
above your hair
and just behind
your shoulder.
Darkness seems to
take on different
shades as you stare,
the void nothingness.

Color sells on a carousel
spinning round
flashing hands in front of
children's
faces

We so often forget the muses are found in the youth.

so bring me again
to that quiet seaside that I found
comfort in

Bring me again
to that smoldering cold shouldering
thing you do called a sin,
neglect.

I knew enough
that falling

Down these little steps
was enough
to break my neck
maybe strip my skin
or hit my hip

and never walk again