I'm through with disappointment
and heartache
This inferiority
is a complex
I wish to dismantle
casting the rubble
of defeat
into the sea
Should I return to anger,
or do I continue to seek happiness
between these sullen lines?
No matter the emotion
confusion always seems
to have a part to play
on this empty stage

These songs
  *These poems
    These words
       These odes

I once believed
They made me a hopeless romantic,
But now I feel like a vicious predator
How they bite
with sharp venomous teeth
Instead of caress
With warm soft hands.

Of course there's other muses. .

You
    are
just
    my
favorite.

I used to carry writings
for her in my wallet
but now it is as devoid of poetry
as it is of money.

In a blurry haze
I drunk dialed god
of course he didn't answer
and his voicemail box was full
I'm just another with incoherent ramblings
of his abandonment
that goes unheard
No sappy admissions
of missing how he used to make me feel
or how empty I have been
since his departure
Even his own son
felt forsaken by him
So I suppose I shouldnt expect any better
Now I remember
why I don't call him anymore

I listened to Bukowski
Found what I love,
And let it **** me
But what do I do now?
I still seem to be breathing

You make poison taste so sweet
Every touch was a needle,
Injecting venom into my skin
Those parts of my body are now numb
Waiting for the antidote
I can feel it eating away my skin
The acid making my bones so weak
I dare not move from my bed
In fear of falling
Shattering into shards of chaotic after math
You've taken my last breath as your own
I am now the silhouette of a girl
The chalk outline engraved into the bed
So every lover after me will see the evidence
They will see the promises you whispered in my ear,
The daisies you planted in my mind
Only for me to find out they were weeds
The grew until my head was full
Then made their way to my heart
Constricting it
Suffocating it
Killing it
She will know of the venomous touch and your poisonous kiss
She will know the addict I became
And the withdrawal that killed me