September 30
well you never put your fucking arm around me like that.
not even for a god fucking damn picture.
constantly looking for a way out
and did you ever stop to fucking notice I'm not very happy?
are you fucking retarded that everytime you come over
and steal all my cigarettes, and eat my food and play my guitar
and talk about your goddamn band
that I am looking at the floor or rolling my eyes or sighing
and constantly frowning?
since when do you ever put your goddamn arm around me,
and just what the fuck (if anything) do I mean to you?
so count these days that you aren't with me
(as if you'll even fucking notice),
while I count backwards from 123.
i will be breakable when you see me next but
i promise, the only thing broken
will be us.
September 16
you're a waste of trying
September 1
you said you dreamt I was
sleeping in a big bed
you could not awaken me
so you woke up instead
opened your eyes and spilled
an ocean of water on your pillow
knew that I was waking somewhere but
you could not prove it so.
i'd say i am most like
a lightswitch on a wall
you'd say I'm like flowers but
they're not so practical
you would laugh and smile and say
"I love you, but you don't shine that way.
you are like the knob of a door,
you turn, and turn but don't lock anymore."