nevermind

there is no such thing
so i will not waste my time
looking for answers

haiku

it runs out of me
like vomit from food poison
acrid and wanting

how many

there was no promise
no guarantee with this chance
just that i ran out

afterlife

when I first noticed
you turned to leave and i came
close enough to see

bleah

everything drips
and slides from my fingertips
it's a bad daydream

done

no pity i asked
just an end to this tired
an end to this end

wishful thinking

no wonder you knew
you read it in my obit
i wanted to die

despair

it is not romance
it is rape of my being
it is a mask torn

migraine

brain matter leaking
it runs down my life like blood
it reminds me now

1 year

it's been a year gone
it will be a million more
and she will love you