Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow

Today I can cut open my veins
With a cheap shaving blade
And watch the west of my life
Set in blood red
Today I can leave my home
And not worry about anyone left behind
Family, friends, relations, lovers
Office, colleagues, students
Traps
Today I can leave myself
As everyone left me
Suddenly, violently, painfully
And never looked back
Today I can return God's holy gaze
As blankly as I recieved it
Today I can burn every book
That ever taught me something
Burn it to ashes
And smear the ugly face of earth
Today I can go on ranting
And no one will fucking care
No one should
Today I can even end this poem
Here at this line
At this
Word

TO MY MUSTARD YELLOW GIRL (The Last One)

Even paper boats carrying
Love
Are not meant to
Capsize

Lovers are meant to be
Stupid
Not love.