we'll all forget to exhale

[johnnyruin]

what happened to all of those things we used to keep inside?

i put the pen
next to the empty pill bottle
while you sleep-breathe like
childhood winter
he's a madman trainwreck
in this quiet boxset sunshine
the world is too small
to write things worth remembering
but it's significantly psychological
for our purposes
i met a girl who apologized for crying
and i didn't know why
she wasn't doing it wrong
from what I could tell
they weren't red tears falling upwards
we couldn't catch the kids
who robbed our backyard birthday party
they held hands and ran faster
than our lack of surprise
later they'll fuck,
and so what, right?
love stopped having anything to do with them
a long time ago
the police report is all truth
told to people who don't matter
through
coffee tables and apologies
they gave me paper
to help in answering questions
so i drew a crooked landscape instead
and put it where the window should be
do you have anything to say on your behalf?
yes
i have this note you can
put up in your work coffin cubicle
to remind you that you're
not yet as dead
not yet
as they are