look
no
further.
i did it.
tonight i came back
from murdering romance
i choked her
with a million poems
dry words
i cut her with broken sticks of incense
poisoned her with scented wax
i burst her ears with four hundred songs
from my guitar
i cried.
she bled.
every where.
no authority will
find me
except
the universe. but she's too busy
helping you find your keys
an old letter, and your dreams
so tonight
i'll wash off her blood,
assemble a rope from the threads
of my dead dreams
and
i'll hang myself
and show the world
the bruises
of insanity
and frustration, stupidity
love is amazing
even when its running from you
in streamers and oceans of red
and purple
even when
it leaves you with a bruise on your heart
