dear ass,

i see intricate words at the back of your throat,
i see the words stuck,
i sit and watch while they turn sour,
words ill never hear,
words they'll never spill.

your selfish intentions,
to my contrary.
i see your silhoutte at the back of my head,
i see it fading soon.

your promise got you choked,
i never did agree.
spin them into harsh words
i sit and laugh,
much discomfort.

i wonder how much you affected me,
a friend, left and leaving
how soon is now.

my sin, my soul
do i have a choice.
you and your anger sit and fold paper birds,
see the wall you painted purple.
what more could you ask for.

you act on impulse
your pride is bigger than you.
your ego almost got you swallowed
what have you to say.

im not pleased,
such foul play.

hey unwanted,
till then.

love,
me

I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,

nostalgia made me choke on beer and smoke.
Terrified of telephones and shopping mall, and knives, and drowning in the pools of other lives.Rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony.

have you been waiting for words to spill,
to fill the space, our cups of grace.
a head, so thick no doubt you're so dumb.
i feed on air and nothing love-related so share your tiny impulses with those worthy enough and stop pressing your skin against mine.im all wet from sweat and tears will you come near me?

you havent been a part of me, your presence haunts me in the middle of the night,at least i still have streetlights and empty streets to walk with.you almost got me killed last night, you suffocate me with thick chains called freedom,find the lock and key.
i drown sorrows in ways you dont prefer, but does that mean i dont?

i sucked in all negative utterance like coke into straw,
cut my face with broken glass, so it would make me look perfect.
all straight lines circle sometimes, ill try all ways to help you absorb that.
if im too hard to handle right, maybe this isnt your forte.
you coughed out words id expected so soon, so much for that promise.
hypocrital bullshit you see,

ill try to detach you from my skin sometime,
until you cling back on again.im into raw wounds and fresh blood.
are you?

the stain in the carpet, this drink in my hand,the strangers whose faces I know,so long past past-due, a new name for everything

i always like stories that ends unhappily ever after,
dont you?