This morning I thought
I had found the girl of my dreams.
And then I woke up.

Why do you Cause me so much pain
Why do I feel so drained

Why do you cause me so much angry energy
Will I ever be plenary

Why are you so mentally abusive
Is it because it causes me to be intrusive

Why do you blame me for all of the mishaps
Is it because you want to bust my kneecaps

When will you be satisfied
Will it be when I become fossilized

Why do you pretend to love me
Is it because I am off key

7 billion poets laid claim to the soul,
but got lost in her face.

AND STILL THE RAIN FALLS

between you
And me

the wall
of your death

descends
with an audible clang

cutting us off
each from the other

I can still see you
clearly

I throw myself
against this barrier

the glass laughing
as I

slither cartoonishly
down its impossibility

behind it
your past exists

all neatly packaged
contained and counted.

Your future has been
cancelled.

Your present no longer
to be seen.

I throw myself at this
unacceptable thing

enraged as rain
filling up an empty

tin cup in a Parisian
backstreet.

You reach out your hand
to touch me

comfort me

but I am not able to be
comforted

the glass mocks me


and still the rain
falls