Philosophy?

What have I been up to lately?

How to explain the curiously busy task

Of self reflection, regulation, maintenance

The privilege of a daydream?

Or the purely masterbatory amount of time

Spent in contemplation? 

How to justify that arguing with oneself

Could be a hobby, anxiety a sport?

How to convey the exhaustion 

of such an incorporeal productivity?

It all sounds so vague and conceited.

Is it philosophy or self flagellation?

"Not much, and you?"

Love Her

She was fearless

And she was brave.

She fought battles

She was too young to fight.

All her damage

Made her strong in the end.

And I love her now,

Even though I didn't love her then.

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It's a little bit La Femme Nikita

A little bit lesbian

And a little bit heartbreaking in the end.

I wanted my villain to win

I wanted the girl to get the girl

To live chaotically ever after

The End.

Lost

What is lost in our steady decline
Is not written on the skin in prose
Or felt in the bones and their grinding decay
It is in the slow and sudden loss of anticipation
For things just beyond our ken.
So lost are we in practical things
We forget the magic we hold within
And the world that knows us tomorrow
Will never guess the wonders
Throbbing beneath our skin
Or the secret places we once saw everywhere.
It is essential to never lose such wonder,
But every trudging day, it slips farther away
Until suddenly we are all grown up.

Fragments

This is all I have for you,

Fragments of a larger work

That I may never do.

Incomplete

Clove cigarettes in the summer heat

The coffee bitter, the orange juice sweet

Our emotions overripe, falling from the trees

Mourning a life so stunning 

And incomplete.

Breaking

I'm always breaking

Everyday

You break me down

I break away.

I break my own heart

Over every word you don't say.