out of order...

what a mistake. what a waste of my life.

solid truths

“If I was better… maybe you would feel more inclined. I have lots of things to talk about, but I feel I speak way too often. I don’t know what to change about myself that will get you to open up.” He tilted his lips.

to my sender.

happy birthday, mother, and thank you.

thank you for sealing me nice and tightly;

sending me out into this world with your return address.

once i’m finally delivered and cared for, i’ll be sure to mail myself back now and then.

thank you ma for giving me everything.

they say sleep is the cousin of death

i’m about to find out if they hang out with each other, too.

whatever, some type of emo bullshit

i’m not even saying it just to say it;

the scars on my bedpost match the ones in my soul

i’m not even saying it just to say it;

your memory haunts me when i rest my head

you’re still dead to me

you filled my sneakers with lead

and i would rather let my seething run its course

this new pilot agrees, let’s chart seven seas

until the day i’m famous i’ll be

clintron, my heart needs anti-freeze

i always leave them off better than i got them

i am vile.

I’ve been pondering for some days now;

it was once fastened, but why would

this darned thing be wandering now?

Once steadfast, stoic, and unmoving;

I’m afraid things are warped and

you undid what wasn’t worth undoing.

A few works, words, and a left-right sway

induced these pains - a heavy rain 

the remnants of my emptying heart circles

a widening drain.

taking better care.

“It’s freaking pouring, you know,” she was Captain Obvious’ second cousin. But she wouldn’t pry too much further in without sitting next to him on the shallow curb. Living in cul-de-sacs were handy as she could see whenever his heart was withering. “Hello, I know this. I have an umbrella, and a good mind to start walking.”

He gave his soul away to this girl a few years ago, and he’d only wait two more seconds to watch it break in her hands before he journeyed into the street; hardly lamp-lit and hard against his low-tops. His offender wasn’t too far behind him.

“I don’t have one. Let me back under.” “Why?” He kept moving, “Because your soul is getting wet, and I’d like to start taking better care of it.”

“Yeah, go for it.”

it happens.

it happens to everyone

i thought i’d be excluded from this

and it hurts my soul.

to put it plainly,

i love you.

and there’s no bullshit in that.