sigh: flower

I wish we were flowers

that hands could pick

and place us together

then our petals wane

so to forget our lives

with naught but each other

sigh: nothing names

there's a peace i'm seeking
that i can't seem to find.

I work all day
but for nothing.

I spend money til' i'm broke
but can't buy enough.

I smile at people
but can't look them in the eye.

faces.
naught but pretty faces.

a face I've finally forgotten.
a face I'll never know.
a face that means nothing to me.
names that mean nothing to me.
nothing names.
like tattoos on the soul.
they mean nothing.

sigh: finals

fuck you finals,
fuck you.

sigh: far away

there isn't anything more I would like
than to have you far away

to have no same wind touch our bodies
to have no same air chill our souls
to have no same thought ruin our hearts

there isn't anything more I would like
than to have you far away

sigh: keep

trying to keep still
but my hands keep shaking.
like i'm fucking two years old
counting numbers and losing track.
like i'm fucking fifteen years old
pressing keys like I give a shit.
like i'm fucking twenty years old
holding your hand.
and now.
hands keep shaking.
keep me.
from dying.

sigh: fuck

fuck.

sigh: cigarette

its dark.

the way our cigarettes light up the room.

its cold.

and snowy, the ashes that pile up.

Reminds me of the winter.

  

its love.

the way you hold on.

and wait til' the very end.

put it out.