twelve hours later

God I love girls
but I like breathing more
I like their eyes and lips
and collect them
until they conspire against me
They wage a war
I cannot retaliate against
they are a suffocating weight
a millstone around my neck
Their eyes return my accusations
with a simple "Who, me?"
It's the last thing I see
before they throw me in the sea
I am a desperate man
and my parts are fused by rust
fused by hate
into a barely recognizable human being
I am a facsimile
of something real
Don't let me bore you
with the details
don't let me keep lying--
yesterday wasn't that great
we all do the best we can
with each day
The more I think about it
the more alarmed I am
I was a mystery to many
so hard on myself
and yet I let everything
slip through the cracks
I left without warning
a simple note in my wake
and crashed on your shores
twelve hours later
Some girls aren't like the others
some girls don't play games
they just want
some sort of truth
Life is too short
and we all fade too fast
so keep your insides pink
and pulsing with the good stuff
The cold is close by
and waits for all of us
Keep yourself warm
with the one who loves you
keep yourself pure with her
and let the night
tear itself apart.