I tried drinking that cheap strawberry wine that you love but it was far too sweet just like the memories we made while drinking it.

You helped me stop smoking but when you left I started smoking a pack a day to get the taste of you off of my tongue.

I deleted your number two hours after the break up but a month later I picked up my phone and dialed it by memory without realizing it.

You wore the same cologne every day for the two years we were together and I swear it still lingers on your side of the bed even though I've bought new sheets.

I found an old record yours and started playing it and I finally found the melody you used to hum to me when I couldn't fall asleep.

You called me last night and I could practically smell the alcohol through the phone when you said that you still loved me.

I saw a picture of you on Facebook and I saw that you still have my initials tattooed on your arm which makes me feel not so bad for still having yours on my wrist

You used to run your fingers up and down my spine and I hate the fact that I can still feel your fingers tracing the bones on my back.

We broke up an even though it still hurts and I still miss you and I know you feel the same I also know that if we get back together we will just destroy ourselves and one another so it's best we forget about each other.

I'm sorry

You do not know true pain until
you loose an eyelash
*under water
in the ocean

our time in this universe
is ridden with a luminous oddity
for light is a rarity
in the biorhythm of the macrocosm

the normality is jet
nothing
inky, obsidian slate

such liquid void drips laboriously
completely free from ejecting effort
like beads of pine sap among evergreen needles
seeping in a slowed, oozing, endless rush
at gravity's inevitable, gentle tug

eventually it will consume the cosmos
like maple syrup poured atop a whole-grain waffle
primarily, the charcoal sweetness fills
the quite purposeful lack of solidified batter
but then greedily begins to swallow the flaky bread

it bleeds
spurting with immense weight and impossible magnitude
until each limb dissolves
drifting away in the acidic salt of onyx crimson

what would I see at this inevitable state?

I am in a cave
open to the same air as the peaks of mountains
and it is so dark
I see more color with my eyes closed

my vision feigns my mind
I almost believe the expected:
the twirling endless cluster of shining cream
spiraling above my head

Beside a dusty fan droops languid veins
whose movement barely churns up tarnished grime,
as lazy sun exudes through poisoned panes
injected with the film of listless time.

A gentle sigh is exhaled without will
for emptiness of long forgotten mind.
Eyes shudder closed to desolation's shrill
of conscious much too free and so, confined.

Revolting spittle dribbles down a chin
with absolutely nothing left to do.
To entertain and keep from going thin
you spy on friends who in turn spy on you.

Alas! For boredom is the finite trait
of great mankind's insufferable fate.

He said /I've got to let you go/there's just too many things I don't know
we just don't see eye to eye on things/n'  I don't know what our future brings/
seems like we're up all night/n' then all you want to do is fight

She said/ why don't you listen to me/why can't I make you see/that I don't like it when you tell me lies/cause then all you do is run n'  hide/like I've gone n' hurt your pride/remember walk'n on the beach n' sand/while we were hold n' hands/those are the times I miss/the way we used to kiss

He said/ I've got a lot of things to do/before there can be me n' you/see it's hard to be a man/I don't think you understand/I've got make a plan/n' I've got to let you go/there are just too many things I don't understand.

like a   c o s m i c  crush
the sadness sweeps me            
the resonance            
           that does not come
     your  nihilism
in my knowing