If my Valentine you won't be,
I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree.

I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.

YOU TREAT ME LIKE **** BUT THEN YOU KISS MY NECK AND ALL OF THE BAD THINGS FADE AWAY AND MY THOUGHTS ARE THE SMASHED GLASS OF LAST NIGHT'S ***** BOTTLE AND THE STAINED LIQUID ON THE CARPET AND I CAN'T BREATHE BECAUSE YOU ARE TOXIC BUT I CAN'T LET YOU GO

he is a cocoon,
a rock,
an escape,
he keeps you warm on sunday mornings,
makes you feel safe and secure.
but deep down
you know that this
just temporary.
and that
you need to
grow your wings and
fly away
soon.

3:15am

when i see cars on the road
at this time
(the very few there are)
i always like to wonder;
are they going to pick up a loved one
from the airport?
are they rushing to the hospital
after hearing about an accident?
or are they just lonely souls like me,
searching desperately for an
ounce of humanity,
something to fight for, something to
cherish, something to keep.

our love story was hardly one worth telling let alone one for the screens,
peoples eyes ticking over with boredom as we explain that we were not
brought together by a miraculous act of fate, just lazily made our way into each other’s lives. yet we loved like the actors and actresses in the best selling romance films and we gave everything but i suppose regardless of a sinking ship or fatal car crash or simple misalignment of the stars we just weren’t mean to be.

and the weight of you naked on top of me buries me so far beneath
the bed and into the ground i can smell the dirt of the earth ten feet
below us.