"ain't it funny how life works?" he said.

"nine to five, the radio hums the same song
you pass the same man, the same sign

'anything helps'

the same rain
the same key to the same door
by God, you pray for more

then suddenly, the world stops
nothing is the same
but that *******.i.n.g empty feeling"

And in these days of darkness
We can choose to offer light

It's ok
To not be ok
Okay?

And suddenly the world is ending
and you're not by my side.

He never loved you.
He loved the idea of you.

write ****** poetry
throw your ideas at the white wall
allow poor grammar to decorate broken stanzas
and let thoughts expand, urban sprawl
give pain a place to rest its feet
before slaughtering it
with red ink

"Nothings gunna hurt you baby".
He lied.