Old Feelings

I need to escape.

Writing to my lonely self on this lonely page.

My life's a monologue on this empty stage.

Thought I'd found love, but I found hate.

Hate you, almost as much as I hate myself.

nonsensicalogistics

dreams held in an envelope

so volatile
and dangerous

                                faces
that a man kills for
                                faces
that kill men
                                faces

and all for what?

                               dreams




so...

How could I forget?

i remember you now...

as the stranger does the poet

in the musky dim den

spilling ink on parchment

and other skins

your hand feverishly holding
quill

the terrene scent of tobacco permeates the air

a masterpiece

a second hand
coffee table book

i remember you now...

dog eared and frayed at the sides

a good companion in solitude, if there ever was one

I remember you now.

I wish I didn't.