You did not call me at 12:58,
2:28,
or 3:47 in the
morning.

And that's
when I realized,
you no longer
care.

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
i won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
i won't blame you,
instead
i will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and i won't use it
yet.

you're hurting me
please realize
i stopped telling you things
so you would stop worrying
because I'm nothing to worry about
you deserve better than me
a low life piece of trash
realize that
and one day I'm going to be gone
and please stop whispering about me
when I'm right next to you
it hurts me
and don't look at me
like i mean nothing to you
i understand why
you called her
we moved past that
indeed we did
but you need to understand
where i come from
though we don't agree upon
the same things
you don't have
to hurt me
i understand what i did was wrong
and i apologize
and i realize i can't  fix the damage I've done
but I'm hurting inside
and even though i can't say it
i need you
but i guess you don't need me.



m.g.

do you believe                                   i would be known
as i believe                                         as known as
what there is                                      knowing you can be
is all there is?                                     by you
                                                             who knows
                                                           ­  how knowing is
do you believe                                  that knows
as i believe                                         no knowing.
that we are
more than we                                   and i would know
yet know?                                         as known as
                                                           knowing can be
                                                           the you
do you believe                                 who keeps me
as i believe                                        from knowing
you are                                              the you
who i would know                         who knows
and i am                                            nothing.
who you would know
so you can be
what you are
and i can be
what i am?





m.g. & f.k.

but not the crying kind of sad
the kind of laying in bed sad
where minutes turn into hours
and hours turn into days
that i haven't gotten out of bed
because there's no point
and no purpose
maybe in a different world
i'd be getting out of bed for you
but because of mistakes
and bad decisions
and calling it quits
far too early
im here
laying in bed
alone
and im sorry

diˈpreSHən
noun
severe despondency and dejection, typically felt over a period of time and accompanied by feelings of hopelessness and inadequacy.


m.g.