U.t.E.r.O <> g.O.d.E.s.S

I've sharpened this pencil
to write you a poem
20 years old

I've lightened up a candle
to read it
my own words of gold

Endless lines run away to out
the fiber hard brains
won't ever let them sprout

But you

It's you and I fall apart
like the weaker magnets
from a magnetic chart
and it bumps my head on the floor.

From both sides here
I'm not the one
who wants it more.

Incense
smells like you
when my eyes can't see
I blindly
blame you
for my misery
I lay awake
I twist in bed
I turn the radio on
I wait even that
for dreams to come
But I can't sleep
and stare

in the darkness
victim
of my own:
nightmare.