#12

I was just cruel to someone benignly self-absorbed; I couldn't
Handle it.

What's the cause then? when you love someone, and
Leave them to the leaves and flasks on the gross sidewalk?

I've always been the one that's been left, before--

A man calls to me at night yet I have nothing:
No almanac to decifer his meaning. He calls and for a moment
And I am fresh and begotten with some new ingenuity
And then my fingers dissapate into false memory--

Right now I lay alone.

I despise the ignorance of empathy. These
Sidewalks I pretend to remember are bristled green and crying
Like lonely housewifes despairing for Nicolas Sparks.

I cry yet I love you. I cry
Yet there is an angel in my heart who will never die

Same as me, no matter how hard you try