Cutting it down to the wire
An unreciprocated desire

Destroy.

When I don't want to think
Have another drink

Destroy.

It hurts to be alive
No reason to survive

Destroy.

I write the word
It looks alien
No distance heard
Just fail again

Destroy.

No time to hide
Just imbibe
Secrets to confide
A lonely ride

Destroy.

Now I am dead
Everything to forget
Nothing read
A sunrise, a sunset

Destroyed.

Ten thousand friends
Arrived before the end
To see the two
Eschew

Cans on a car
Rice in the air
The drive is not deliberately far
Absence of worry or care

A wind through the sheets
A litany of defeats
A Conjunct to one
A Lonely sum

Here, five years later
One another: alligator
This love is 'lost'
At small cost

if the wind this morning is taking requests
it will deliver to you my gentle caress

Maybe I don't know Loss
aswell as I used to.
I prided myself in it-
knew its every feeling.
but I turned myself
from it to ensure
I wouldn't fall as
hard as I had known
before.
grief always ashamed
me but it also changed
me,
I don't even know how
to feel it anymore.

That's where
some pride gets you,
perpetual losing
in a state of perpetual
winning,
reality is the hardest
thing to work through
when stuck there;
like for better or for worse

Everything, excluding your unlicensed smile, is gloomy.

I want to go back to that dream
where you touched my palm
and I kept it quiet
where no one saw me stopping short
while you were close behind
barely there

now, your electric fingertips
keep me awake
the details blur, and
I want to crawl inside that dream
and sleep till noon