Friday, September 24, 2010

you want me to stay by your side, be happy, smile constantly, shake my fucking hips around the kitchen and be merry.

and all of this without a touch. a spine shiver. a finger sliding up and down anything any one part of me.

and i cant do it. i wont. i'm not as brave as you think thought hoped i was.

and in the end, after all the men who i hopelessly sought after to take your place failed me, it's over and this is goodbye, the end, farewell, ciao- fuck you.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

and he said poets must always be in love but i think he forgot that he use to be one.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I keep writing poems about him

The leaves haven't changed colors yet, it's september-
you've changed i'm sure, more than just cleaning up your room.
added more names to your fuck list; written more songs about
your town and the one who got away, or ran.
and i keep trying to think nice things
but my heart aches and i know you know that feeling-
you've told me so.
and i keep writing poems about him
in spite
in spite
never in spite-----