It didn’t work
And I can’t help but think
You threw it,
Tossed it to the side
And accepted the loss.
Did you wipe the stain?
Change shirts
And get on with the dawn.
People surround my cries
And their bleeding stops
Because they have a rag.
I don’t care if I’m dirty;
I can no longer fall further,
Back upon the one
Who has me deep.
You fell by yourself
And still I feel fallen,
As if I’m buried
With that decision.
Because I cannot face
The fact that
We couldn’t see the answer.
You, me, alive or not,
We are apart,
Yet the gravitation pulls
And though you’re that
Beautiful poison,
Beneath the soil at last,
I still crave for more.
 

It’s just that your poison feels so good,
Forget my worshiping pain
That is undoubtedly pitiful
And mistaken for its worth.
I just need the prescription,
I want to feel normal again,
Fix the addiction
And regain some control.
Peace left out the door
When you froze your lungs,
Crystallizing my love
Into longing that cannot be cracked.
Wishing for stabilization
For one adult to function
As the inspirations flood,
I am dry.
For you I would drown,
Savor the thirst
While I head to the abyss
Before recognizing my last breath.

Tired

The eyes grow weak
And burn at the crease,
For they have dried
And it's time for ease.
Somber hiccups
Clenched at the sweater cuffs,
Were ready to drench
But somehow calm grew tough.
This goo within pores
Has become too thick
And it's time to wipe clean
Of what I've learned to pick.
My skin unveils blemishes
And routes to a herse
From my nail slivers
In a world without verse.
It keeps repeating
The same drum tone
As If my shoulder hump
Is a beat resurrecting a home.
Those dead are dry;
The ounces left are barely enough,
But it's what was ordered
And I've got to smooth the rough.
The leaves are buried
And I see no green to escape,
Only the cripple in my heart
And nothing left on my plate.
There's more to this breakdown,
More to this rain on my windshield,
And less of all those poisons
Giving me reason to void them.
All I have is the breath in me,
The one born I can trust,
The one alive and robust
The only one who can thrust or bust.