a recollection of my old poems and sayings

complication

complication,

turning great minds into minds that run off of fermentation

to ease the pain of frustration and lust for something that

"just can't happen."

so don't tell me that you love me unless you want to hurt me

but was that temporary "love" feel...

real?

i'd say it was but now it's just been drowned by a wave of

regret

for believing you

i just can't be

leaving you

you told me you'd see if we can have something again when i

"get better"

But sir,

man,

boy,

you have made me iller

for i am your Guinea pig in this

science lab

we call "life"

but being a Guinea pig is inevitable.

they say the first cut is the deepest

but sir,

man,

boy,

you have made an incision that can only be stitched up with security

in either our connection or our departure

but there's no purity in these backs and forths

So what do you feel,

sir?

man?

boy?

or is it better to just leave things in

complication?