The Break Up

You see her for the first time in the super market,
shes the most gorgeous creature you have ever seen.
You strike up a conversation,
it goes surprisingly well.

you ask if you can cell her sometime,
..sure, she said.

You go on a few dates,
couple of walks,
and very soon, you're hanging out all the time.

You tell her you love her, and she loves you.
..Things have never felt better.

But one day, you notice something about her that you haven't noticed before.
She cant understand it,
and neither can you.

You hope that it will go away.
and for a while, it does.

But when it comes back... its worse than before.
When you bring it up, she get upset.
So you drop it.

You carry on with everyday life,
spend more time together.
Tell her that everything will be okay.

And just when you think, things are improving,
they just get worse... and worse.

You wake up the next morning to find the bed empty,
you search the apartment.
But shes gone.

You try to get on with it.
Pack up her belongings,
and put it out of sight.

Where ever you go you still feel her.
You block her out and keep busy,
put your head down and try to move on.

Its a few months later when you see her again.
Shes even more beautiful than you remember.
You cant believe it.

Shes still hurt by the way things turned out she says.
She had no choice. She had to leave.

You walk back home confused.
You question your vision.
But then you realize, that at the end of the day.
There is no one really to blame, no one else..
except you.

Life Story

After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
Tell me about yourself, I want to know all about you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and truly do

sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.

You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course

there's some interruption. Someone mentions food, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd intended to all
along,

and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the light seems to dim darker and darker,
every passing minute.
And then one person draws one last, long, deep breathe of exhaustion,
and close their eyes forever. Then?

Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in their homes.

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These feelings inside of me are so vein,
But what you see seems so plain.
Forgive me for not being so open,
As you may know I am already broken.
So look into my eyes and if you can see the passed,
You will surely know we will never last.
Not because of normal things like family or bills,
But because I'd like to drown myself with all these pretty pills.

There's a crawling in my skin,
That causes me to sin,
And though I may look sweet,
I will certainly bring you defeat.
Please give me some of your Heroin
So I can feel free and bare myself again.

RIP Jaime