poem #397

suppose i said
that i am unsure
how all of this will end
whether it’s happily or
a total collapse
i have no idea.

some days i think i do.
then i snap the fuck out of it.

really, i don’t think i know anything at all
except that i feel the most lonely
when i’m right next to her
but that’s also when i feel the most alive

so, here we are
i have no idea what lay ahead
aside from the fact that it will feature
me, her, and a bed
about a million feet of dirt
and a billion restless dead…

my love life is like a zombie flick inside my head


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