Sometimes I wish you would pour your heart to me.
Then we can sit together, solve all your problems.
Relinquish your burdens.
Then sometimes, when you do just that.
I get scared, I withdraw.
Because I don't understand,
the thoughts in your tumult mind, your concerns.
I have nothing for you.
Nothing good.
So don't talk to me.
refrain, I am not your confidant.
It's too much for me to take.




I read jlc today.
Not the entire book, just three chapters.
Without wood, magpies & waiting between the trees.
You wish for something to occur.
But it doesn't because of the circumstances.
So you sigh, resign,
blame fate,
blame luck.
You blame choice.
But you chose,
the better of the worse.
& then you regret.
The grass is greener on the other side.
The other end, where you were.
Note were,
past tense.
You mourn,
lament, about the goodness
& the goddess on the other side,
where the grass is in a better shade of green, the sky's less foreboding.

How does it feel to have your heart & body separated.
One in the dark,
the other in the light.
I don't know.
I really don't know.










Blame blame blame blame blame.
Can you blame me instead?
To ease this guilt.







I'm gonna sleep now.
But I'm bored.
Chem is boring.
My whole day was boring because of chem.
Tomorrow would be boring,
because of
Chem.






Who's bad?