This one’s for you

All the times and memories crashing against crumbling precipices

It isn’t a dream,

You were as real as my throbbing heartbeat

Although it’s hard to imagine the world without you in it

Networks of veins spill out on the floor,

dark in the moonlight despite that metallic smell


It’s hard to make sense of this.


You will forever live in the palace of my mind,

Footsteps softly rebounding off the walls from your ephemeral countenance

But deep down I see past the illusion and cover my eyes in shame;

The grief too much to bear.


Pessimist Poet’s Words for Thought

“Did you really want to die?”
“No one commits suicide because they want to die.”
“Then why do they do it?”
“Because they want to stop the pain.” –Tiffanie DeBortolo