the moon and you

inkspill #3

girls with
sugar sweet voices taste like
vodka and cotton candy a failure
of an attempt to rebound i miss your tongue in my mouth, your fingers
slipping up my shirt. i guess what
i'm trying to say is i've got suicide
on my mind a date circled in red
on a calendar, and you've never
been happier without me and i'm
crying sobbing like you know
i can't breathe like you know
that kind of crying?
i'm clinging to these bullshit analogies
like you once fixed the cracked
drywall in my room from when
i smashed my hand through it
but i don't know how to fix
plaster without
you and i completely
decimated the wall. regret
smells a lot like
your jacket the black one
with the broken zipper
cause you always keep the broken
stuff around like you can
fix it i'm a fucking person man
and there is no permanent
fix to me. you were a
fucking crutch and when you
tore it away from me
of course i
fell. it was a temporary
adjustment. hey how's
your girlfriend she kind of looks
like a horse but like pretty
sorry i don't wanna be mean
but i just drank orange shandy
in the bathroom
stall i'm a little inebriated
let's wrap shit
up. this is just another
shitty poem amongst
a collage of shitty poems
about how much i
really fucking miss you.
it's hard to breathe
without lungs. come home.