On the single day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
The only thing I really need —
Affection.

On the eve of
Our feast of gluttony and greed,
Let's show some kindness
To those in need.

Cliche is a language.

With sufficient context
There are no winners.

I often wish
That I still suffered
Loneliness.

Without coping mechanisms
All we swallow
Festers.

Fine, have it your way —
The world
Revolves around you.
I guess that makes me
Alien.

Denied another sunrise,
I'd rather ride the drain
Than never see the stars
Sail by again.

May your dreams
Outlast your days.

Lost in the woods
Between comfort and happiness —
A shadowy place
I have come to call home.

My heart has bled
Ever since you taught me
What love is not.

Even seen through blurry eyes,
A painful truth apparent
Convinced me
That I chose well —
You are better off
Without me.

Will you smile or cry
Once all choices
Turn endings?

Despite my sacrifices
I'm still wrapped
Around the wrong finger.

If you leave and I move on,
Know I'll still trail poetry —
Shiny little grains of soul
Pointing your way back to me.

Even while craving the sweet,
Learn to appreciate
The bitter.

No matter
How hard I try
I fail to find
The me
Amidst the clutter
Of my wasted life.

My homeless soul —
Hell is where the heart is.

The road
Cares not about
Your intended
Destination.

Instructor, please
Disregard my identity —
Teach me how to think
Like you.