I thought I could live in a vacuum
And here we are.
Ready to discuss my hospitalization.
So what's your diagnosis?
:Cancer of the soul?
:Did my heart not heal right?
:Am I allergic to love or
does my indifference show that bad now?
and thicker than blood.
Two centuries passed us in the absence of talk
while my rage paged
the waiting room.
Selfishness is a suit I wear to impress and
caress the undressed (Imakeyounakedeverywhere.)
Revolvers and white chalk lines
Surprised to be an outline?
Love pays the price
for my killing spree
and kindness, goodwill, happy family moments.
I don't get life and you don't get me.
A thousand billion thoughts have filled your silence.
Why are you still hereHaven't you discovered I hate youFriends
are better as ornamentsIf you love them you leave themMemories never hurt as bad.
Can you hear it screaming behind my voicebox?
Are you talking now?
Is it over?
Goodbye. (really?) See ya.
The phone slides from my hand
I watch it
like a stunned snake
expecting it to come to life.
But the venom was never the snake's.
I made it myself and I drink it
want to fix
I hate being fixed
and I hate nurses who make home visits.
and Peroxide Love
suit me just fine.
Today's guest post is by James Best, ex-boyfriend and writer extraordinaire. This poem has not been used by permission, so if you know his current contact info, please ask him to contact me. :D