mood – Scribbles 'n Bits

around you

Do that thing again.

You cry while I hold you,
like the little baby I am.

Don’t look now, 
but

wow,
I’ve never fucked up
so completely. 

Oh wait, 
yes I have.

Theunderbar

Should I die tonight,
does this legacy 
of rambling
so easily capture as 
the dry moans of
midnight thunder,
the shaken masses;
flashing my love letters
down deep thrombosis
of their breaths.
Licking clean their contented
smiles,
byte by byte.

Soft Landings

The saddest realization of all:
that happiness does not breed
romance. 
Destined for solitude until 
the need arises. 
A meaningful day
within a meaningless life.
I accept your cordial invitation
to a humble doom - 
to always fall back in love. 
A wolfish grin tailored by sheep.

down

I catch myself wanting

to break this bottle

over the teeth

of the fence directly left -

to sit and cry

a little,

but I’d just go back in

and buy another. 

Also, I gave up crying

for lent, 

permanently. 

Hit one on the first floor,

because my muscle memory

says, “down.” 

Have I really become so afraid

of intimacy that I’d sabotage

anything resembling 

just so I could go get let

down. 

How that bell rings

around my head:

You have it in you to die,

coward,

but not to live. 

You’re lucky my guilt

outweighs my disgust.