Sitting in an abandoned lot,
listening to the screeches of
seagulls and freight trains.
I am staring at a condemned building.
Condemned to have more windows broken and
be marked with unoriginal graffiti.
YOLO and RIP TGB.
Bricks crumbling onto broken glass.
I guess you really do only live once.

Construction tape blows in the wind and
it is strangely terrifying.
This forgotten lot where
there is "absolutely no tailgaiting."
An owners car will be towed
A police car drives by and just stares.

I'm just doing my part.
Forgetting about this lot and all the events that took place here.
The asphalt hums with the highway traffic.
Click Clack goes trashcan
rustling around the fenced-in area in the back forty.
Progression marches on and
the picture fades away to ***** signage and power lines.

If there is beauty in this lot.
I have forgotten.

You think you are the victim
But everyone knows
That you are not
You didn't even want me
So what is the big deal
I haven't done a thing
I politely asked you to leave me be
And then you hold it against me
Why are you so caught up in this
I can't help what other people say
I didn't tell them to stand up for me
But they did so anyway
They saw that what you were doing
Was rude and unnecessary
You didn't want me around
So why must you keep trying to see
What I say
What I do
And who I talk to
Be hateful for no reason
That's fine
A guilty conscious will ruin you
In time

I've kissed him in a thousand dreams
And missed him for eight hundred weeks
Stayed up when I should be asleep
Wondering if he thinks of me
I know I shouldn't care this much
But I can't seem to shake this crush
I'm upside down and out of touch
He'll never notice, never does.

you are just

a beautiful

autumn lead

caught in the wind

slowly

making your way to the ground

and away from me.

i think sometimes we get too caught up in our minds.

we get trapped in our own prisons.

we guard them ourselves.

we know how to get out and

where the key is,

yet we chose not to

because sometimes this suffering is better than reality.