As a river, swift

through the canyons of my mind-

roll along my riverbed

crash upon my tender shores.

Go back to the hole

you crawled from

and give back

the things you stole.

In the midst of your despair,

remember,

liquor is always there.

Work blew,

and I miss you.

I still feel the shake

        from when my soul would quake

A thousand pieces falling

        the only way out was crawling

I needed today. Today was wonderful.

Sometimes I think my friends like the idea of having me as a friend, more than they actually like me as a friend.

I find myself becoming speechless. I would rather be sitting on that park bench reading my books and smoking cigarettes than spark up a conversation.

I can never sleep

because my mind wanders

until it reaches you.

Everything returns to a circle.

I know all your curves even better than my own.

Being in a new relationship is making me feel… quirky. I hate the idea of defining our relationship and setting boundaries, but at the same time I’m not willing to share his affections with anyone else. I’m feeling territorial, and that is fresh to me.

It’s always very sad hanging up the phone with him.

Confined to this bed,

I am sick,

I am dead.