- An object at rest will stay at rest unless acted on by an outside force.
Sometimes for sentimentality you need a catalyst so I turn
the key but all that follows is that tick tick tick of refusing to
start I know your ticks I know how this ends I’ve seen it
before the trend with mending is that it doesn’t it is much
more profitable to sucker up for scraps than to pay for
fixed problems my problem is I always pay with knots of
balled up hair twisted in carpet count them like pennies I
always invest in that negative trend ignore that tick tick
tick that warning your car won’t start your bomb will
explode my problem is I used to think that our love was
electric but it was not enough to power a car battery you
tell me my problem is hearing I’m inclined to believe you
all I hear all I fear in my heart is that
- Force equals mass times acceleration.
Before I write the first word I know the ending I know my
pencil will fragment splatter shards marked by a dark dot
please blot before a sniper rifle is aimed between my eyes in
that period that deep sleep that black hole in those infinites
between our instants I want to dive in rotate towards that
singular vortex crush my lungs in dark matter break my back
into an infinite curvature ensnare me in your event horizon
where we’re past now already in the then truthfully I’m already
dead but perhaps I’ll speed up to escape your gravitational
pull it is impossible to outrun light even when broken down
into all my atoms I want to be the apple embedded in your
throat like you are in mine the unfortunate gravity of my
situation is that I want to be so close your eyes become two
dark holes become one
- For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.
You are simply settling but I love to watch your pupils
dilate and pretend it is because of me and not chemicals
but your subdued sorrow is a chemical combination too
stronger than any love I could brew it soothes my moods
like the tablespoon of coffee I take every morning hoping I
wake up from last night when I was red minced words I
said I didn’t care what happened but you cared enough
that your words choked and hiccupped you cared enough
to cry tears branded hot white onto your skin please help
me skin my scars because all I can think when you cry is
which witch would I be if I couldn’t concoct crocodile tears
real enough that when I wipe them they gleam