Joke to Tell

This joke is not funny.
This joke is not a happy one.
This joke is not worth hearing.
This joke is not worth telling.
This joke is not worth making fun of.
This joke is not a joke.
This joke is not my life.
But wait....
This joke is my life.
This joke is mine.
This joke is sad.
This joke is confused.
This joke is stuck somehow.
This joke is feels like a broken record.
This joke is almost worth throwing away.

The Moment

The moment after I realized we were headed down a steep and lonesome slope
Should have been the minute you remembered how to try
Should have been the mark I wasn't the only one who cared
Should have been the point you cried too
Should have been the breath that brought everything back

But the moment after I realized we were headed down a dizzying and forsaken slope
Became the pause where we fell
Became the millisecond it all really did change
Became the space that left a whole in this
Became the instant we should have started saying goodbye

Shreds

The winds changed for a day
Or five
Now they have changed again
I can't imagine the chill
Left in you
Such a short time for the world
Such a long time in our hearts
All I can say is "I'm sorry"
For that jacket I wish I could give you
Is all in shreds

Wishing

Two wishes will go unfulfilled tonight.
But I am unsure of which disappoints me more.

Wish 1 (the one on the surface)
That things will slowly change.
That I can bring in out.
That I can show you.
Because right now I'm comfortable.
It doesn't need to last.
Or even be real.
But it would be fun,
And you must admit.
Continue to hold you.
To enjoy you.
But more.
That would be nice.

Wish 2 (the one deep down)
That you will remember.
Help me to remember.
Bring it out again.
I don't want to think of what has happened.
Or how I feel alone.
That I can't be there.
I'm not ready for those things.
Remind me how I feel.
Show me that it's real.
Hold me again.
But more.
That would be nice.

When You Prepare

I didn't mean to feel this way.
I don't even really feel that way.
I guess, maybe, I do a little.
It's hard not to;
When you prepare.

I just kept saying to myself,
Really the only words that would form-
"It's what I was put on this Earth for,
There's no way I could end that."
Over, and over, and over again.
So should I feel this way?
Or that way?

I'm so confused.
Please just make it stop.
They keep coming back,
These feelings.
Oh, and here are the water works.
Why?
Why?

I just want to know, body,
Why do you mess with me like this?
I may be tough on the outside,
But you know I'm still that sensitive little kid on the inside.
I mean goodness,
It is whom you house.
Or did you forget?

No,
You didn't forget.
You thought it'd be funny.
Well guess what,
It wasn't.
Not in the least.
You dumb, fuck, son of a bitch.

I can't handle this.
Ask my friends I now call family.
Ask my mother.
Oh wait, that's right,
She doesn't know.
I couldn't even find the words to tell her
When I wanted to most.

Thank you.
Thank you body,
For being a total ass whole.
Go to hell;
I can't deal with you anymore.

Cooties!

Oh, the cooties.
I have them,
You have them,
Why don't we share them?
You don't need a shot,
And neither do I,
They will not harm you.
Oh, the cooties.
This is a healthy state.
We can make more,
Cover ourselves in them,
And remember the good times.
Oh, the cooties.