Useless, forgetful
Yesterday I made you laugh
Now you aren’t here
I have some stories
Only you will understand
But you won’t listen
You, a strange being
Me, strange and lonely and young
How I wish we fit
All you do is tease
Your eyes just go right through me
And still I’m hopeful
These moods come and go
But these memories still stay
And I still want you
Oh no, I’m bleeding
Oh god, I hate everything
Why am I alive?
You have gone away
And I’m afraid you’ll stay gone
I want to see you
I don’t live to write, sometimes I just get the notion.
I feel the need to compare his eyes to the ocean.
I’ve only seen it twice and I’ve never been close enough to gaze into his eyes.
I want to compare his soul to every beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, tasted, felt.
I want to know his stories but all I know is that he loves strawberries and the blues.
I want to reach out, I want to touch him, I want his hands to lace into mine but there is a distance between us.
A distance I may never surpass.
A haiku about how I’m feeling.
Poo poo on the world
Just god damn it all, damn it
Fucking hell bull shit
You’re breaking my heart
It’s over, I’m not ready
I always need you
