I carved my apologies into my arm
In hopes that the pain would fade.
Only to hide under the covers
Of winter and shame.

Could I ever forget those long nights
when I snuck out of the house just to be with you?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when we'd forget the time and
just walk until the sun rises?

Could I ever forget those long nights
when you had to wait an eternity for me,
yet, as I come out, you were still there
with a smile on your face?

Could I ever forget those long nights
when you made your silly little promises
that for me were bigger than any future I saw?

Could I ever forget those long nights
when you told me there were no “forevers”
and only unending?
Could I ever forget those long nights
when you'd whisper in my ear,
“I unendingly love you”?

Could I ever forget
the love you had shown me?

You did.

I could never.

The rapid desolate images
swallowing who they
scream for, her. Empty
desire, drowning
in what's real.
Majority; non-existing.
Present wanting.
Presence, dishonest
to the societal family.

the girl has her face removed
and replaced with a plastic advertisement
for bubble gum
chew on my head she says
with a slick smile
and as she fades down an alley
she is whistling an old
Broadway showtunes
she is reinventing herself from
inside a box of cereal
trips are for hippies

there are gypsy's hanging round her door
selling tickets to the dinner theatre
of her self inflicted dreams
the actors are picketing out front
for better lines
she took the best ones and rewrote them
to resemble the life and times
of sherlock holmes

she disrobes her masked face
and with a cautious shy smile
envelops him with her presence
her planned nature crafted to perfection
without second thought
without hesitation eats him alive from the inside
still hungry she mingles in the crowd
so she can steal their french fries
and **** on their soda's

she's celebrated
and cheered as she mounts the stage
her left handed shuffling fingers
grasping the fundamentals  of her mind
but a weak grip on reality's slippery skin
leads one the rabbit hole
to delusions publicly lived
standing in the worlds shadow
talking to yourself
laugh louder than the one next to you
lest they think you weak minded
and the small sounds at your ear
is your free will escaping

she lay down at the end of her day
and with Aesop's fables wished herself
away from this
dinner theatre of the mad