You'll feel different in the morning.

Let me tell you the ways that I am alive

when i was in high school one time I was walking out to the parking lot and it was raining hard. i was so wet i didn't care and walked slowly enjoying the warm weight of my clothes. when i got there i didn't want it to stop and i drove home with the windows and sunroof down and the rain pouring in. 

a celebration of myself

how come no one wants to hear that?

we only want to tear ourselves apart in front of others. that is easier. 

"where are the ugly parts to expose?"

with a cheerleader smile

"i look and i look and i jus caint findem"

and so i write about the future

or girls who resemble deers

and i offer my heart, full and healthy

to anyone who will break it

i love you bill

and i love you aaron

and i love you dad

and i love you anyone who has died trying

or is alive

and trying

or thinks about trying

but can't figure out how

and i love you too

those who feel the trying like a slight tremor under the earth 

or hear it in the rolling of a thunder cloud just before a clap of purple in the sky

and choose to ignore it

because it is easier to buy steaks when you feel flush

and sit alone when you don't