zebrasindenver

Why use 10, when 1 could hurt just as beautifully.

i want to fall in love like the first time i saw you

‘it will never happen again, you know that’

because you have broken me?

‘because a first love, only happens once’

‘and we have grown older, more sceptic and bitter’

i still love you

till i cannot remember

Ive met the cool kids

Ive been to their parties

and been quarters of circles

but nothing sends me to boredom faster

or steals my soul more

what i need are the freaks

the dorks

the broken and the weird

this is my society

this is my oxygen

and so i had you for a second

and then you slipped away

through my fingers

like a cocaine high

like a dream of memories

like i knew you would

as i believe you should

Brothers build gardens and shelter.

Friends gone,

i have not time for these ruins.

twitter is like writing a novel,

on a label maker.

i wait for the sky, like i am waiting for love

waiting for love like the time between the sky that we shared

but i waited too long, and you left

so i came to you, only to find that you had stopped waiting

so i leave with the sky and wait for you

and in the sky i lay and send a message of thinking

of how i waited

and as we lay in our beds, we share once more the sky

and now we wait

for our sky

who lies waiting

for us

i growl louder than most beasts

i scratch and claw

i scratch and claw from tooth to jaw

i have hair on my chest

like a silver beast

as the greys show upon my scalp

and i take the youngest

i am the wolf

the unforgiving

the merciless

but honest

the wolf

crackling pipe

cold glass

bright screen

i am writing again

I met you out the front on a day in april

in your pale trench coat

a black umbrella

i asked how you were

you were ok

i told you you were beautiful

for all that rain

i hope you believed me

the artist at the window to her love

I heard the other day

of a young artist

who fell so in love

with a woman that loves me

that he wept at her door

in the hours between my sleep and my waking

and i thought not of either

but of the day

 the day free of love

the day free of it all

and the morning with a cat at my feet

and the day at my window