Saying goodbye was only the beginning
of a whole new world of hellos.

The *** stood stars on end, so to,
whispered, “play with me,” and in
haste we fled. We explored,
discovered, and devised something
bright, half something else sinister,
notarized – black roots pinned a
pink-scorched Mohawk, and
reciprocated, my wild “Mao-Mao,”
or so she’d named the hair on my
arms. The moon endured whilst we
knifed each other with each and
every gasp and sutured wounds left
prior lovers. I’d only come across
her name near the end, “Xiaolian,”
though the tattoo ‘top her leg, told
me, “Lola.” Come what mothers
christen us innocent would be a
poems in and of themselves,
addendum, the delirium aged and the
dance of neon atop our waterfall
soaked bodies - epic.

I am not scared of the monsters under my bed
or the ones you told me as you went home from
summer camp—(bonfire stories near the lake
of green-eyed goblins and moon howlers with
famgs that oversee the mountains)

I am in fact afraid of the monsters that knock
at 2 am in the morning prying my wooden
chambers of sanity like its playground

—giants that stay on top of my body as the
strongest and closest gravity I could ever know

—two little voices of small people debating
in a prosecution against myself. One brings me
dishonor, another brings me out of dark,
empty cells

—a vampire of the day that ***** out life
as the sun rises to its crown. Once done, I am yet to
fall in a haze of delirium and ecstasy of the sunlessness
that precipitates in my heart

I am afraid because I know them too well. But the thing is,
**they know me better

You told me this was real,
You told me I was your everything.
You told me I was the thing you were looking for.
You told me I was the one.

You MADE me believe,
That I could be your everything.
That I am everything you wanted and needed.
That I am the one.

Then you made me realized,
I am your nothing.
I am everything you despise.
I am the very thing you hate.
I am the one you loathe.
I am.. not yours.
I am never going to be the one.

The bark would howl,
As your golden fur glittered in the sun.
Sticking out your tongue
To the hot blazing sun.
Your smile meant a thousand more  
And so you went to sky,
To that little doggy heaven
To that place you'll be fine
Where you'll be surely be greeted
By green grasses and more.
I know this is goodbye.
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye.
You'll always be
Part of me and the whole family
Forever to be
My little Yogi

Let's just go,
Away from this life;
Deprive from human activity,
Or away from sanity

Let's just go,
Without plans in hand;
Just some money and some pans;
See my fears as they grow,
In this world of sorrow.

Let's just go,
Away from here.
Please dear.
I can't take it from here;