i am the
product of
immaculate
contraception
a broken condom
teenage
hormones
a divine disaster
gone
horribly awry
an over
emotional
supernova
in bipolar
dissonance

i look better
gazed at from
the rearview
as you speed
away from the
latest in a
long series of
splendiferous
catastrophes
as the wind blows
against your face
on the way to
a better tomorrow
the problem arises
when you close
your eyes
and still feel
my breath on
your fevered skin

i may not
always learn from
my mistakes
but i do
remember them
carrying the scars
accumulated by
a fool who sees
how truly empty
this life is
feeling everything
too succinctly
savoring every
note of sorrow
forgoing these
immaculate
deceptions
in favor of
fading away