the malignancy
pumping sinful pitch
a tumorous growth
in the shape of
an unwanted heart
keeping a corpse
trapped in a hell
of just being aware
enough to see how
he is the punchline
to a lowercase joke
masquerading itself
as knife wielding
minions of hope.

every dream
i have ever had
burned itself
to ashes rather
than let me
ever hold it.

she lifted the
gas can over her
head the moment
i uttered my love
and the strike
of the match was
all that answered
until her rejection
filled the skies
with greasy smoke.

i don’t know
what you think
you see in me
but i can assure
you i am very
much lesser than.

you just have to
follow the trail
of pieces of who
i never got to be
to see the bored
expressions of
those smart enough
to escape my stain.