Just break in and enter in, feel your way around, toes sliding across the carpet and easing in

the baseball bat they may be holding, the phone calls we may be holding, I can’t touch god, but we may be holding

prized possessions to take possession with, I want to be next to you while you’re sleeping with, stuffed animals gone to strangle by two hands with

homicide is less an answer than suicide, I want this to be your last suicide, to try and stop this burglary in progress would be suicide, why can’t you take my side in this, we could die together with love the agent of our homicidal suicide

 Who is he, lying there is he, fucking in my spot is he, in the dark am I, is he

I climbed through the window, I let my words be a window, I looked at your eyes like a window, and I’m looking through shadows and silhouettes now like I’m looking and the window is a cracked window

so you’re going to call the cops now bitch, call them and when they arrive here, you’re going to bitch, is it really that bad, I never treated you like an animal bitch, now you want me to sit and take it like a bitch

Gonna sit and make pretend, like I don’t have this knife, and it’s not at your throat, let’s pretend, that none of this never happened, that our kingdom was perfect, that our marriage was happy, that we never argued, that our kids are well adjusted, that the terrorists aren’t winning, that the future will be better than the present, and the past is something worth remembering, that moments are eternal, that love is true, that it came true, that moving on is best, that we’re better people for being more mature, that we’re living, that we’re not dying, that I wasn’t a mistake, that you weren’t a mistake, that it wasn’t a case of a busted condom, that when I kiss you I’m not thinking about someone else, that my dick doesn’t have warts, that your cunt doesn’t smell, that both our asses are well wiped, that dental hygiene is not the measure of a man or a woman, that I’ll never forget you, that stars never stop shining, that promises made are promises kept, that you're still breathing, and he's still breathing, and we're still breathing, and it's not rape when she's already dead, and there's no punishment for crimes of passion when I'm already dead, that the soul is not eternal, and all there ever was was heaven, and that's where we are now, plus me, minus him, let’s pretend.

Please Please Please Do Not go. please do not Go.
do not go.

I can explain really.
I can stop talking really.
I can not make an embarrasing scene

I can make the grandest not embarrasing scene you've ever seen.
you'll tell your childen about the embarrasing scene I didn't make.  And how I somehow saved my dignity.  And won your respect.
And how in that moment you decided to stay.

You didn't realize how much I was to have died that night 30 nights from then at 4 in the afternoon
watching transformers on cartoon network
the electricity gone out
on another 9-5 day

And how you would have staved off the gray skies,
the thumb blisters from getting stuck on that one part in that one videogame that everyone was playing, and
from making poor consumer decisions on depressing croony music

So I'm just asking you
to stay.  moreover, not to go.
I say so remembering how I can remember
and how I can't forget
your company
my laughs, my laughs, your stories, and your smile
how I couldn't have gotten through december without your breath

If words were betting chips, I'm merely losing the house
just to ask you not to go. please.
and hope it's all for the best.

This is a version of singing in the rain
the dance of lament rant

Jagged fucking knife
I'm wooden
destined to die a puppet
before mornings over
on accordian strings
I'll dance in strangulation
your wonderful puppet show

remember me for the cold winters
when you can use my corpse for firewood

you killed what's real
and all that's left is rotting
before my painted on expressions
my cartoon paint is peeling
my life's staring into the darkness of a whale's belly

The abyss may stare back
but I've lost the ability to blink
and both of us are bastards.

I don't hate you.
I hate ever having loved you.
I'm sure you look nice in that dress
I'm bleeding this isn't how disney
intended.
there's supposed to be this moral.
but all I can think of is, that I wish I had gotten my stay on pleasure island to last a little longer.
because I've made a jackass out myself more than long enough.
I'm comic relief for the dejected and pissed
do you like the way we never kissed?
do you like the way I'm never missed?

my smile needs a fist.