zebrasindenver

i have given away so much evil in my days

that i am now willing to look for better

for you

being me

becoming better than i can be

beautiful and other worldly

this snowstorm of love

falling on a city of me

can you remember when

i loved you

can you remember when

i wished i could have left

i cannot

i wish you would let me in

so i could hate you

i wish i didn’t love you

but its friday

im drunk

and its late

write a film

ill write a poem

you will laugh

and i will smile

breakfast

and then death

some walk these streets alone

out of pleasure

those that walk alone out of pain

are the lucky ones

what a beautiful city

to be lovelorn

helpless

and whole

to my dear best friend

so much torment you live in your own head

and so proud you seem of me

the love i hold to you

cannot light a passage

out of your darkness

i wish you well

as i am unable to help you

godspeed

you beautiful knight

sometimes life beats love

into the ground

into hate

and then

with time

love grows

into life

sometimes i open wine like a ninja

the majority of the time however

it resembles and autistic child

unloading a drum kit from a mini van