Broken Wings - a poetry collection

Honest.

Memory
Like cursed history
What's the point in reminiscing
When nothing will begin
When everything just ends?
I'll smile and say I'm okay
I'm an actor in a fashioned guise
I'll hide, say I'm fine
While dying inside.
You'll drink and you'll smoke
And scream "bitch" and "whore"
No - don't call her "yours"
She deserves so much more.
See I'll see my friends
Maybe at the end
When we're all long dead
But that's another hopeful dreary
See we're not merry
Scary, and certainly not wary
So I'll write and I'll cry and act like I'm alive
And you'll dance and help people like me.
You're married now, so far away
And I'm scared to say I miss you
But damn I do.
I could only trust you.
And mom and dad
I love you, I do
Though sometimes you just make things so tough
Life already is rough
And a wife I'm not even married to
Is the only one who doesn't fuck with my mind
(everyone else, you're so damn confusing)
Maybe I'm honest
Brutally so
These poems have never been so...
Black? Blue?
All about... you?
I would love to say I've lost my mind
But that's just not so
I'll channel my anger at the world
And scream on a page
But you
Will remain oblivious
And down a Twitter feed you'll scroll.