YouInventedMe

return to sender was the response from the rectory trajectory of tragedy since pre-shedding of the baby teeth he who fit the (w)hole of god into good grief blockhead tryna kick every football he ever meet see how masterfully he crafts the perfect recipe (in reverse) reverentially mistakes mistaken for a masterpiece wading through the doublespeak to double down on blasphemies and blanch at blandishments brandished by wolves branded sheep party platform promised nightmares that never cease you can set your watch to his wakefulness and troubled sleep

we were never young lightning painted our insides we cannot grow old

I lack the vocab to express how each breath feels like the last one left in my chest and how that's probably all for the best if I've got to pray to something then it's gotta be death

the silence hangs heavy after I speak illuminating like headlights from a passing car through a moonlit window outlining shapes in the dark . you do not say you love me

like the sky we stretch out for eternity unaware of the repetition of light of the parts of the whole of the stars and black holes of eternity

sometimes no love lost really means the most love lost a home inverted

it's a mystery the complete puzzle picture to one lonely piece

bliss lies just off the edge of that cliff where she dances but us punch-drunk love-struck lemmings still somehow like our chances

i. become accumulated storm ii. make mistakes like breath iii. come too slow to understanding iv. wrench well worn from well loved v. settle uncomfortably comfortably unsettle vi. take the pills do not take the pills take the pills vii. learn to swallow stars instead