Saturday, June 30, 2012

Reverse Callgirl

Laying here under my covers
rustle quite a many wonders.

Dreams of you and he and she;
Dreams of lovers treating me.

It's not so bad being "alone".
Come back like you were never gone.

I sit here now,
wondering how
we ever got started.

In my eyes
lies no surprise,
I'm here but broken-hearted. 


Saturday, June 9, 2012

You'll believe me when you leave me.

Everything I love leaves me.
Just wait, you'll do it one day.
Remember what you told me
when you regret every word you say.
Particularly a specific three.
The ones that meant the world to me.
The ones I whispered in your ear
to stop your stream of tears.

Everything I love leaves me.
Especially when I've already paid.
Life's no return policy
tends to whittle my patience away.
The time I spend is never enough.
Like a bird in chains, I'm held down by cuffs.
If my pain is currency in this twisted dimension,
wealth is my crime, like my tears were diamonds.

Ernesto "Che" Guevara

I'm in that mood again
where everything is painful.
Every sound is louder now
and paper cuts are gaping wounds.
Dogs barking drove me crazy then
but now I'm far from sane.
I'm in that certain mood again
where all I feel is pain.