when the rain came,

all was drained from me then

i wore black for days to mourn myself

to those who think they could love me:

tread lightly,

for my ice is thin

in every season

i may be an optimist,

but the truth never escapes me

the soldiers in my chest have long

abandoned their posts

with the foreknowledge that

some wars

will never be won

When all the little candy-seekers go to bed,

When the town is quiet, the lights are dead,

I go out in the street, and take a little walk,

My footsteps dulled like they're covered in chalk.

All creatures flee before my stride,

Along the darkened streets I glide,

Searching for stragglers, who fear not the night,

Who don't move quickly enough from my sight.

Take a lover

In some foreign country,

Let her break your heart.

Think of 1000 ways to say

"I hate you."

Write down what's left over

After all that thinkin'.

my limits were pressed

first, lightly,

as flowers between the pages of an old book

then forcefully, as it shuts

there is no entirely benevolent being:

god, must know, suffering.

he placed us here, knowing

that our capacity for feeling was not

as it should be

there is no plan, destiny, reason

just another layer of purgatory

just hearts that crush too easily

just monsters that look, and sound, like men