Still alive!
It feels like my only reason for living is to die...
I once, walking through a sidewalk,
held within my left pocket...
The world
that's underwater...
Sometimes love,
I feel your shouts like hammers knocking down...
I remember when we used to play...
streets were puuddles spitting gravel...
I see you there
Without me your not...
Let's pretend I am 12 in this poem and I'm still...
blame game, saying I blame everyone else for the...
Sometimes,
I feel like an old soul trying to find rest...
If I was the shoe in your foot,
Who was the sock...
I blissfully reach blooming springs
count ahead of me, wistfully singing melodies...
Craziness chases my sanity
like a game of cops and robbers...
I must have flaws that I cant see
Meeting so many women that walk away from me...