poetic wasteland

You make up my written archive;
my indefinite poetic wasteland of
lost pages, crumbled down into nothingness
with the forces of my passionate hatred of love that I hate

baby I love you

The more I tell you that,
the more I tell myself not to;
The more I do it,
the more I tell myself I wouldn't write another damn love poem.
But here I am breaking it down as I
Pour my soul in between these cheap lines of white...

and blue college ruled looseleaf paper... you keep me high!
again and again

and again... and again...
Breathing your sweet scent in when you're nowhere to be found
Exasperating out your sour spirit because I can't see you
Resorting to corny punchlines to keep an audience captivated during a love poem
Brings me lower than dirt in New Orleans in which you pushed me down into
I'm dying a living death

I'm dying a living death because in your presence,
I miss you more than when I'm far from you
I find myself as one confused motherfucker
Spilling different emotions through having
multiple personalities which keep me parked in a sane state of mind
while it drives me insane

Baby turn your headlights on so you can leave me in the dark

Leave me in the dark to hitch-hike another ride back to you
So I can ride your insanity
because we're both unsanitary on high beam

High and bright lights so now I can see ahead
A Head that contains a mind that I'm still inside of
Peeling out lost memories that have GPS tracking so
Now I feel rich in you because you got navigation on your shit

and then we ran out of gas but baby you can still turn me
i love the way you ride but i hate your broken steering wheel
I can't see in front of me because of this crack in the windshield
broken door handles compare to the broken entrance to my heart

DWI - with you I'm so high
Drunk off of the madness that separates us

we attract like opposite magnets
but the magnitude of the attraction couldn't possibly be
reflected through a metaphor...

a drunk separation and yet it brings us closer...

to a Crash... its seems like we're never coming home