rumors.

i bleed.
i break.

nothing humors me
than some fancy old diabolical
parable, that is meant
to deceive.

i lie.
i cheat.

nothing pleasures me
than seeing people
fuck each other up.

i laugh.
i cringe.

nothing excites me
more than witnessing a throng
go crazy over
some fictitious
character that
is melded to perfection.

as if, one truly exists.

i run.
i grieve.

nothing,
is worth the pain,
lest you know
it is REAL.

i love.
i screw up.

nothing,
can bring me
to my knees,
no one
except,

YOU.