another failed date fraught with lies.

if it isn't all of you


it must be me


quite frankly

i don't have anything else to say to you people
to make you change your minds

because i think you're wrong

i would rather my heart have died when you did
so none of this could ever hurt me

and the more i write, the more nonsensical it gets

i just wanted this to be different.
the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn