Now,

I don't mean to be offensive,
but every
time I come to you,

with great news, 
about something I've done,
something I'm proud of,

you're so apprehensive,
like what I've done can't possibly be greater,
than what you've accomplished in life,

I come to you excited,
and I leave you,
a crater,
of a person once happy,
once passionate,
once excited,
for life,

you were once the reason,
I went home,
sat down,
and brought out my knife,

to bring the blade to my body,
to carve out my soul,

I’m just a corpse now,
and I'm starting to mold,

my mind has deteriorated,
I can’t think straight,

I'm afraid to speak around you,
I'll just stick to my plate,

because if I,
say the wrong thing,
if I appear to be fine,

you'll take your words,
like a fork,

and on my happiness
you'll dine.

My mind has rejected you,
My heart has no choice,
After everything we’ve been through,
I am dejected, you, are the voice, I hear,
At night before I sleep,
It’s hard not to sob,
I had one job,
I murdered our love,
Suffocated you in late night IM’s,
You were drowning,
And I failed to decipher your gargled plead for release,
From me.

Now you have it,
Freedom at last,
I slowly feel less like ****,
What’s done is done,
It’s in the past.

One day we’ll reunite,
Friends again,
Perhaps.

Our relationship tends to relapse,
Enemies, strangers, friends, almost more, repeat, repeat, this time we stopped the beat,
We made it to more, but the pattern continues,
An endless cycle, no matter what we’ve been through,

I love you, today, yesterday, maybe tomorrow, maybe forever?
I don’t care,
Unrequited love is the phase I’m facing, I yearn for you, but with me, you are through.

I remain hopeful, somewhat broken, glass half full, and all that nonsense,
I’ve yet to determine what state I’m mentally in.

Melancholy is calling, to me.
Gaze into the stars on the wall, fall, through the depths of this dark abyss, I call my mind,
It used to be bright, you turned out the light, but no worries…

You’ll find, that I’m okay.

As a child… were you ever punished for something you didn’t do? 

Maybe your sibling broke a lamp and blamed you.

Do you recall the desperate feelings of helplessness, anger, and frustration?

Well, that. My friend. Is the situation I am in.

New life springs forward and takes hold of this old planet,
Old beings die,
They can no longer handle it,
Leaves bud,
Fresh infants cry,
The fall is done,
You’ve landed,
In a patch of life,
Petals are stranded,
There will be no more strife.

He stumbles,
She trips,
They fall,
In love?
Surely not,

For love is just a facade,
It’s not real,
It’s not the truth,

Mrs. Waters, she liked the sound of that,
He’s dead.
He left her, a widow of a marriage unhappened.

It’s been a year and a half,
She thought falling in love was like falling asleep,
Slowly and then all at once,
She was tricked into a coma,
Waking up to find her love,
Lifeless,
His body cold.

So, so, cold.

Was it her thoughts, stars, the ones she could never quite fathom into constellations, that killed him?

Was it the heat of their love, the heat of the sun rising, the heat of the stars burning out as the line symbolizing his life, flattens.

The war over Gaza,
An age old battle,
With news became new,
Missiles flew,
Children's parts blew from one end of the walls to the other,
A daughter without a mother,
What have we done,
When will it end,
This war,

it dumb

Claws retract,
Prey is trapped,
Between death and pain,
Pinned and hanged.

Sauntering and sassy,
Tearing the flesh with it’s teeth,
Not very classy,
But the hum of the fur,
Attracts another,
A growling mutt comes,
A feast has begun,
No one has won.