pop

Its awful when
you search for the bright light
headlights or tail lights or
the way you were my light
and you see nothing but I swear that
the harder you look into the darkness
the deeper it becomes and it draws you in
more and more until you can't understand why
you are so cruel and so is he
and the depth is killing you, of that driveway
also this poem is the worst because your eyes
droop like a ten ton weight and fall
over your heartbeat because that's what you were saving
for him just like you are doing right at this moment
yet you wanted to finally write this out and its been days
and your poems will be lengthy for awhile
because he fucked you last night and maybe he is not horny
and maybe he is boring-bored
you shouldn't have expected more
he lies because he doesn't care
that's it
and that's the end
there is the proof, that should be all I need

he could never really hide from me as much as he wished to
he's not going to pull in
so go to bed

yet my head is a balloon
and I won't sleep until I pop
and you can't make me anymore