Another Crappy "Poem"

Closed in, surrounded by threads
of wasted money, wasted talent, wasted love.
Cotton; the fabric of our wasted lives.
I haven't washed these threads since you left
It makes it feel like you're still with me.
Empty Diet Coke cans leave a trail of acidic tears
A reminder of my acidic taste, my acidic fear.
Though love is won & lost & won again, my heart
refuses to beat. It lays still, waiting to strike.
I can still remember your smell... your lack of
bathing likely to blame. I still need to wash my pillow,
but I feel closer to you this way.
It's certainly to late to pick my poison.

And maybe, I wonder, just maybe, if I drink this bottle of
wine, I won't feel sad anymore.
Nope.
The only thing I'm "not feeling" anymore is my face.
Shame, since that's the only good thing about me.
Just kidding, I get a lot of compliments about my dick personality dick.
And one day, I hope, one day, I'll be able to finish something I've

A Poem

Another Classmate died today
cause of death; some genetic disease
I feel horribly about it
not because i miss him..
but because I hated him.
And I wonder, when I die, how many will feel the same way

These are the thoughts that go through my mind
late at night, when I can't sleep
as usual
When I finally do, my DiSaronno Dreams
are never enough

Ready, set, remember yet, the way I used to feel
and the way I used to be
I've grown so much, you haven't grown an ounce
though you'll gladly smoke it

Whirlwind romances only go so far
when the tornado stops
will you still keep me safe?

And when I finally close my eyes
you're all I see

I know you don't see me