it's always raining when you drink

crash and burn
as your light cascades,
pierce my heart
wash away all this hate
this anger...
let the rain be my redemtion
let the bottle
be my saviour
(because you've had enough
healing for a lifetime)
drown me in
these muddy waters
and clean yourself up.
if i could,
i would hate you
with more passion
than a thousand lightning bolts
but i can't...
so instead,
i'll continue hating myself
for the reasons
i believe
i failed you

the loss of summer and the loss of love... history will repeat itself

and i'm so
afraid
of the
day that
awaits me...
when
i miss you
is
so meaningless

out of sight,
out of mind...
i become
another memory
(and a knotch on your belt)
...too sweet to
forget, but
too jaded to
hold onto.

the flood gates
will burst and
i'll attempt to
stay afloat
(with only one lung
to sustain me... b/c
the loss of you makes
it too hard to breathe)
and i'll still live for
another breath
of you...
perhaps again...
or never at all

so long, sweet sanity

perhaps it's the
summer that
warms you to me
or maybe it's
the proximity
in the car
but it's there
(the warmth of your breath on my skin)
and the winter
is so much
colder without
you...
i dread it...
i fear it..
and i wonder if you
embrace it?
regardless,
i'll miss you forever
this is the last
of it,
so let's go
picnicing
in august
to celebrate
my fall

case of the monday's

don't fret,
we all have
bad days...
but the worst
are the ones
without you

if i quit either one... it's going to be hard to breathe regardless

Dear So & So,

I am writing to
thank you,
because when we're
together
i smoke alot
less

Yours Truly,
Me

p.s. it must be because
i can't handle too many
bad habits at once.

written with eyeliner

i smelled your
house before
i even got
there.
and then i
wondered if
it was just my
day-old clothes...

all this
honesty won't
kill us 'cause
in the end...
it only makes
you stronger...
and we all die
eventually
anyway

in your driveway

if that's mars
in the near
distance, i
wouldn't be
surprised... it
has a way of
shining through...
but this time
i'm fully aware
that the snowmen
are awaiting
to stand guard
and that there
isn't enough
bad poetry
left in the world
to make up for
the fact that
i'll miss you