I’m not going to throw up in your face
but I might not turn my cheek
when you go to kiss someone else

I’m awake at 2am again
with nothing but wine and nachos
on my breath

and it’s these things that make me wonder why
I don’t sleep
and why
I keep looking at a phone that never rings
when you’re around

so you seem to be the only one for me
and I seem to grow with anticipation

but this feels like a sermon,
like my mother is praying for me
on the floor next to our cum stain

perhaps I’m making some of this up,
making it twirl to tell a story

but the characters all represent me
and I doubt you’re one to understand
why I rename them

before you walk in my direction,
you better know the names of the roads
and how to distinguish between
yellow and green

it’s the lights that’ll kill you
even if the brightness is just
what you need

I can see the entire city in the background of your eyes
but something is off,
something is a tad slanted
and it isn’t making it art

the whole world is fucking subjective
and I don’t see the point in buying something
that I can make at home

but the whole future is able to be seen
below the tattoo on my back;

I’m just waiting for someone to
either wash it away
or dive right in.

03/10/2009

Posted on 03/10/2009
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