The Pointless Book

Unfinished Poem #25

This poem brings on the weather
Teardrops upon my sweater
I cry in bed whenever
I see you guys together

Fuck love, it's all a lie
I can't sleep, I'd rather die
Than I see that look in your eye
It sucks that I'm not your guy, but
I think you're really cool, like

I packed my bags last week
Sunrise and I'm on my feet
Let's skip town and chase our dreams
'Cause this place ain't what it seems

So come home let's synchronize
My soft lips caress your thighs
You get me so fucking high
The voices in my head collide, and
I think you're really cool, like

Keep your voice down
She don't care, no
I can't breathe, I've got no air
No sympathy for my despair
I cut my wrists and grow my hair
I'm outta my mind
I think I'm outta my mind