My college girlfriend broke up with me using Fergie’s “Big Girls Don’t Cry."

This is what she’s been looking for, maybe, right under her nose the whole time. 

the lookdowns and i have an understanding.

Have you ever felt like a dead man walking?

Some things just need to scream.

 Are you still with me?

On schedules.

Being ragdolled after my spectacular wipeout, lucky to be washed ashore with lungs that still breathed air after being pumped free of water.

After Michael Stipe’s & Karen Elson’s cover of Ashes to Ashes.

You turned, the center of the universe, moved with the sunlight.

We melt in indecision, but the road solidifies beneath our feet.

Each day a run-on sentence from the one before. 

Today’s sweat cannot retrieve lost blood.

On crossing borders.

You popped the hood of my skull like your 1994 Geo Prizm.

The Devil first arrived dressed as the landscaper.

I thought about the severed thumb plunging inside your third eye.

When will the end come, they ask? Will she please make it stop?

"I wear sweatpants proclaiming my seat “Sweet.” A new tattoo spontaneously appears every time I am underestimated."

A raised voice can mean different things, but you get too used to it, right? The warnings? That little tick upward in volume?