random scribbles

I made you crazy
Because I was that much crazier
And you had to go
Before it was your time to come

But I don't regret doing
Regretful things
Because it made you think
Even if those thoughts
Were suicidal

And I made you write
About someone else

But I made you write, nonetheless

Don't wave with your middle finger

I'm not sure byes are so improper as they say
Just people, I would think
In fact, I know.
Proper goodbyes are made improper
By improper people.
Who insist on making
Nothing out of something.

My Favorite Things

Are your eyes green or blue? I never noticed.

My Favorite Things

Of all the things I've ever done
Learning you
Loving You
Losing you

The Cubist Surrender

She painted a picture.
With beautiful reds.
Warm, inviting, but not
intimidating.

she could not satisfy
herself.
Or her paintbrush.

So she splashed in a few blues.

Not the blue of a bright sky.
but the blue of a restless
And reckless
Sea.
See?

Then she topped the canvas in green.
Grassy knolls and grassy soles
And souls
made a masterpiece.

she turned to the sink
To clean her brush.
And realized there was nothing there.

Even their there wasn't theirs anymore.

bloody hands.
tear-stained cheeks.
and envy-tinted eyes.

There was no easel.
Because good can't stand on good intentions.

And there is no canvas.
Because she tore her to shreds.