When you said,
“The world don’t need you.”
I laughed.
But when I try to think of things to say,
my thoughts tear the guts out of words
and only empty shells fall from my lips
as I try to escape the broad expanse of precision.
I’m dying...I’m Dying...I’M DYING...
I’m dying...to live.

I’ve said goodbye to you countless times
and still, I’m haunted by your image...your essence.
The taste and the smell of you
leave me breathless in the dark.

But you said,
“Don’t scream out in the darkness...no one hears”
or was it, “no one cares.”
The room you think so big at night,
shrinks to almost nothing in the day.
And your fear of death is just the fear of dying
which is just a fear of pain.

Then you said,
“If you think you know,
you don’t.
If you think you will,
you won’t.
If you think that sex is love,
Your sex is loveless.”

So you say...
but...
...the world don’t need you.