i can curse the stars for lighting up her face
or kiss the night for letting her elude me

because she has
miles cannot separate
the love she has for me
or the hate she has that i'm a poet

tonight i will write the darkest lines

i loved my father
and sometimes he loved me
he never taught me how to love
neither did santa clause

they're both as real now

and tonight i will write the darkest lines

because my last name at the end of yours
is less important
than the name on my check
because money is the golden calf
and i want nothing to do with it

i want nothing to do with these senseless days
lost in your joy
trapped in my misery

i can't write about you anymore
there is no metaphor
you have sealed the small portion of my heart
who will want to be loved
despite the zeros on his account

you've given me up
and i give up
i really don't care if this is the last thing i ever write
go ~~~~ a boy with a good bank account
and let him buy you a nice ring

and pretend this is happiness
for me

i'm cheering my glass to the room
i od'd on pills in

and across the street my best friend died from the same pills

please, oh please -
ask me how sympathetic i feel tonight
then turn off the lights
and pray that the sun doesn't burn you
too dramatically
when you have to start walking through the little thing
when morning comes

there is no love left
my words supported me
they've fallen slowly like the bricks on an old bridge
and they've fallen like a dream
sudden and silent
suspiciously fatal

the midnight will love
gods you can't pronounce

so goodnight
to far too many loves

this piece is meant to read again and again.

It is a nice homage to Neruda.

"Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too."


"so goodnight
to far too many loves "

Goodnight to all but one. She is not lost.

Ever days a dark night ,i spark up fights,from the ghetto so we had u lights but a lil from a crack pipes and gun shotslight up the sky ,no ppl so why u hi,to cope whit pain but im nowingit all stays the same, so look out for bullets a innocents lil girl just got killed a drug deller use her as a shelled On this dark night i let my pain write pen bleeds from the scarys i received

~Loved~