zebrasindenver

im gonna stand on that mountain tomorrow

listen

around 3ish

you might hear me

in love

i will never be able to thank you enough

for these few hours

when we weren’t so bad

and I no longer your enemy

i have this creeping hangover

i took my cat to the vet

we might both be a little unwell

but only one of us knows it

how many more times G

do i need to be

everything you never wanted

write me a poem she asked

softer than velvet

ill show you a hell i replied

deeper than love

she would look at me so often

tears in her eyes

rage in her voice

why can you not be soft?

im sorry my love

but softness was the first thing to go

its hard to write sad poems

in nice weather

i danced with the devil

and she made it out alive

there seems no more fluidity to life

there is no water

this is dry

this life

nothing flows

just your anger

and my regret

its getting too busy in here to write a quiet poem

saturday night

and the heart of bukowski