dark room

I tried to write to you when

The ground cracked and the squirrels squealed

Nobody will hear the sad sounds

Of symphonies running their midnight errands

Although do you remember that time my dear

When I texted my friend the last few digits of

The return to my decision of med school.

The only land I had was my own,

And the return of the second distance can only be there

When you had the talk with your parents about the glory

The glory and the beauty

The glory, sitting in this dark room

And wandering when the stirs are going to cry out

Into the cold morbid meticulous sky to see peace

Twisted and torn down spaces of crampness

Approaches the taste of sensitive tenure.

And you look at me like you don’t know what I’m talking about

Although I’ve been standing here the entire time.

It never was that easy. You either were born with it or not

The tasty victory of those above are not meant to come but crumbs.

I just want a five page paragraph

That tells me what your small bits of life are like

I have friends across the globe, but my best friend is

My carpet. And the heart skips when the little light

Blips on my cell phone

Give the people what they paid for

The pennies or the dollars doesn’t matter much to me

Just when the boiling in the stomach sets

And the girlfriend looks at the blog to check

If anything has been put it up on the last three months

Sometimes it has although whoa not often

Chocolate tears are the types that the woman takes when

She can’t take the photos of the entire class

Because the entire class would rather cry and squirt

Then take a silly photo for her