i cannot figure out
why
these beautiful women
pay me more
than a passing glance
my words
don’t have the reach
my soul
has no glimmer
my heart
is a scarred mass of
wilted lily petals
tied with coarse string
into a bundle
in my chest
my face
is a child’s drawing of
the boogeyman
lurking
under the bed

there is nothing
to see
nothing
to be
abandon all hope
any that a cast a gaze
towards the broken fool
with painted on smiles
red puffy eyes
lost in the current of
meaningless prose

just another
emaciated shell
where once
a great beast
roamed
just another
doorway to hell
where love
goes to die

save yourself.