Love Stories & Solitude

Tired of broken poems

and broken loans

and broken pencils

scribbling

half truths

about half loves

that

fucked and sucked 

my body

and mind into an oblivion 

of futile desire

never satisfied 

with the moment

always wanting forever

until the moment ends

and I'm left

writing tear stained poems

surrounded by glasses stained red

endless wine drops

endless memories

looping in my blue veins

this is

my last fucking goodbye

no more spoiled moments

only

writing words that spilt the redundant brain from the heart

only writing words of self salvaging

only writing poems that 

tell the whole truth

like

know thyself

know thy fucking self.

       these

words 

are 

my re- introduction 

my

re establishment

of equilibrium of self

 inside and outside

of 

love stories 

and

solitude.