poem. SUCK.

[_boomboom_]

for the teacher

you are wise
as cliche as that sounds now
watching you crush death into dust
with only your hand
and a smile
while I just stood there blinking
breaking into a grin of my own
if it had been anyone else I would have been mad
I could be wrong
but I think youre one of the only ones
who understands
exactly where this has been
when you pick it up.
you understood then
how c l o s e
I was to self destruct
whether you knew it or not
I was sleepless and wired
burning too hot
so I finally burnt out
I couldnt even remember how
I got this way
but I was flying through this house
making the worst decision I ever made
"how bad can it be?"
saying that until
I wished I was dead
temporarily...
it can be very very bad
is the answer to that
stomp those thoughts out like a cigarette
crushed
into dust
with a hand and a smile