Within a chest of bone and flesh The feeble sound of breaking A poem in the making A heart and work of art that mesh

Hitler wasn’t just a beard and haircut or salute At the time he reigned, some surely thought that he was cute Fascists are appealing to

There is no point in texting me, calling or stalking If I wanted to talk to you, I would be talking I’m not awkward or

This used to be easy Such passionate fun Now I feel spent and queasy And we’ve barely begun Intense and long-lasting We did it all

I didn’t think I’d get this old Not sure I’m glad I made it I always tried to break the mold But then the mold

I’m not your daddy You’re not a child I like things steady And not too wild Don’t be an actress I’m not a jerk I’ll

If one day I’m gone Don’t cry for me Is what I could say All selflessly Though after I’ve breathed For all those years I

You shattered me The pieces bleed I thought you’d be Just what I need But you were not And I was blind And all I