I Don't Even Like Fish

I Don't Even Like Fish

We sat down by a river.
We threw rocks at little fish.
And she told me she was different,
That things would be okay.

So, I went down to that river,
With an ancient friend of mine.
He told me he was sorry.
He told me not to cry.

Now I'm by the river.
My friends are gone together.
I'm still here throwing rocks.
But the fish are gone forever.

April 12, 2012

April 12, 2012

These rough nights never end.
With these faces in everything.
I wanted to pretend
that this would work out in the end.

Eyelids fake a truth.
They brought me back to you.
For an hour or two.
Until their grip was removed.

Every day's another horse-
Beaten, broken, battered.
My fists are getting swollen.
"Nothing ever mattered."

April 2, 2012

April 2, 2012

It hurts- It never stops.
It's a bleeding pain inside my chest.
It's a flame, burning on and on.

It hurts- when did it start.
I bled right though the bandage.
It wasn't good enough.

It's loud- my mind won't stop.
It yells forever.
While my mouth is sealed.

I thought this train had left.
I thought that all these people,
Would never been seen again.

But they showed up now.
They showed up in their town cars-
From the moon, and up from mars.

Though their faces change.
I could tell by their voices,
That they were still the same.

With their feelings estranged.
I didn't have to squint hard,
To see that their truths had stayed.

And though their names remained,
They were stained as they had blamed,
Through their soulless games.

And I kissed the floor,
The floor that I had missed.
We reminisced.