you were taught
it was rude to
confuse your brain
with someone else's
heartache, but you
still do.

your friends are out
again drinking their
lives away, and you're
inside studying your
art through whiskey
lenses that steal your
eyes.

not seeing straight
doesn't mean you
can't see.
doesn't mean you
can't think for other
people and super impose
your own world views on
to their projected insecurities.

insecurities that leak from
the hole in the roof, into a
wishing well of silence that
slowly bleeds out your
relationships. your relationships
that curve away from space in
flux. your relationships are the
meaning in your candy floss
lost the toss life. your
ultimate sinking ship is him
and you and him and you.

don't say you never ever
wanted to board it and
tread water on the deck.
you always needed to patch
the torn sails, and you
know you'll never want to
leave this doomed heap of
piled wood.

you're filled with
everlasting joy
knowing your
doom is
your doom