Love Life, Hate Kittens

Reading old poetry (again. lol. i’m so in love with myself. sorry) and really liked this piece a did a couple years ago. Yes, it’s really dickish and pretentious to call stupid poems “pieces” but its my blog so there.

And I also found this write up I did (not going to post) on my favorite installation piece by Damien Hirst, No Arts; No Letters; No Society.

And I always envisioned that installation when I wrote this poem. I could only find a small pic but google it yourself. It’s like these medicine cabinets draped with crucifixes. Pretty neat. 

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Just as we step back from the brink of insanity
You drag me back with your manic dependency
We walked into the cycle again
I know I said “I sorta like the pain
And the sting of the cuts keeps me a little insane”
But this is just crazy
What is this the sixth or tenth time
Your sweet talk dwindles down to the same
Six or ten lines
So tell me why

I trust you once more and
I hold your hand as we walked through the mental floor
Seeing street signs of the past and twice forgotten days
It’s all so familiar
This twice forgotten maze
Maybe I don’t want to remember
Maybe I can’t forget
Maybe I can’t let go of our last trip
It’s like déjà vu times ten
But we keep walking
And we’ll trip
Again and again
But we keep walking
You’d think one of us would be smart enough
To stop
Maybe I think too highly of us
Maybe I don’t
Maybe that’s my problem
I only believe in us when I’m near you
When away
My thoughts start to wander
My love starts to fade

I never lie to you, unless we’re lying apart

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it ends abruptly cuz i read it today and hated how it end. and i will revise it.