For Mags

A pain, A Meaning, A symbol
A life spent in the shadows
Midnight kiss appears
On her lips
Closing artistic doors
Like a casket or a coffin
Evicted from Casey and Cafe
Mag's tears cascade like
Glass before it shatters
Cole dark as night

Long ago
Long long ago
Mags wished she could go
Her blue downtown cafe
Her Casey
Gone
All gone

All cappuccinos
And warmth
Gone for Cole
Fucking Cole
Fucking love Cole
Fucking hate Cole

His blank silver stare
Came to me like a knife
jabbed through a curtain
Sweet smells like burning flowers
Every time he came around
Dead time, Dead head, Dead love
That was all he was to me

Lied, cheated, fowled, played
me
The rest of us
took hold of my life and fucked it up
Nasty, bastard, decevided, used
I thought he knew me
I thought he knew me
I really did, did

Cole was like
A person who gutted a
Polar Bear just to keep warm
uses and takes
Breaks us into shriveling shapes
Tell us of his life
And slam us into a wall

Fuck Cole
Fucking love Cole
Fucking hate Cole
Fucking Kill Cole

Casey
Casey flirts
in delirious ways
I never knew or could tell
Casey is
And always
A once in a lifetime chance


~Wrote for english freshman year, got in a boat load of trouble sort of~


~For Mike Todd!!!~