I guess every season passes down and then the leaves fall and people's feelings change, you cant expect them not to
this will have something positive to show me in a few months, I know that
but I miss you already, and I dont even want anything more
its stranger, what we've stored, inside my mind you wont see
and i did want you to, we get older, I get older this week and its funny to imagine
that you wont be there loving me
you wont
maybe you never were but I felt your heat no matter what
maybe i ruined it, i feel like i did
tumbling into ruins, one day I'll be King Tut, examining my ruins, because its so fascinating i guess

ongoing agony
eatinf mdo's inside of me
I cant taste what I see
no longer part of my memory


sometimes i write really shitty poetry, sometimes really shitty prose, but words make it more real and understandable and bring it forth while I try to deny it all the time