i bet
it was that
one line
i forgot
between
traffic lights
whentheworld
blurred
a new burn
on the inner arm
of a depressed
fat kid
no one ever
loved in a way
to stop the
voices

one of those
throwaway lines
like walking away
as the building explodes
a real zinger

i bet it was
that one
that mattered

or would have

when i finally
found the exact words
to describe
the exact moment
when i knew
she didn’t love me
if she ever did
when i saw i was
chokingtodeath
on my own unfulfilled
fuckingpotential

what does being
good with words
do in the real world

no one ever stopped
muttered quietly
i hear he’s one of them
poets

not a dry pair of
panties for four counties

if the universe
gave me the same ability
to shape the world
as it did with words
this whole fucking place
would be a lot more
exciting

painfully so

if i would have
written that one line
that one time
it would have been
different

next time