A Collection of Poems and Other Works

Untitled Poem #3

because were the kind of people 

     who don't have much luck

     and who don't say - I love you - enough 

     and can barely stand one another

we tend to stray from the point

     and god forbid we have a serious conversation 

     or even look at one another without crying

     and lord only knows the last time we trusted

but - we're always there for one another

     and standing by one another

     our hands grasping one another

     hope holding in our eyes

maybe we'll make it one day

     or 

     maybe we won't

     cause hell - we can't even say I love you right. 

dedicated to my exe Camden - two years didn't seem long enough, but I hope you're happy. And I've moved the fuck on.