play your mind games
and I will follow
make it my fault
when you are the one
controlling the pegs.

but it's fine,
because I'm loosing either way

z.m.

I poured myself into a glass
and waited to be consumed by you.
I mixed my interest  
into a cocktail
and waited for it to be taken,
I added in time
sprinkled in effort
and shook it until I blended into
a beautiful bright hue;
I waited to be consumed.

You picked up my cup
among the rest
and sipped me through the night.
we got tipsy off of our infatuation
but you were too afraid to commit
to the idea that we could become
drunk off of our mutual feelings.
instead, you set me back on top of the bar
picked up another drink
and left me half empty.

z.m.

if I could write this paper right
I could've been done by now
if I could think coherent thoughts
I'm sure I'd figure out how
if I could focus on this essay
I think that I would try
if I knew what I could say
the time would just fly by

but alas I sit, stuck at my desk
in the hopes for something to say
I see the clock, let out a sigh
and put it off until the next day.

avoid the quiet void
that sways your mind
to think sad thoughts
and choose to go to sleep
instead

z.m.

undress your wounds
to soak them in the salt
of reality.

z.m.

it's not even fun anymore the
way I stay up waiting for you to
keep me from falling, but
then I remember that I am
anticipating an ending that will never









arrive.

z.m.

what is is like to utterly despise your body?
to hate the mirror you are conditioned
to seek comfort in
and to compare your incapable mind
to those who are happy



I'll tell you the secret to complete contentment...
break the mirror and dig the pieces into your skin.

z.m.