eehh? not titled yet

He was the most genuine person I had ever encountered. His character was possessed by the purest of substances. Because of that, I loved him. He was nothing other than himself. He was the being I wanted to be, or at least be part of and by some beneficiary I secured a place in his heart. Blessed be the loved, for they have reason to love.
We meshed like gears in play dough. It works, but not efficiently. That is, I am at fault. I take the blame. I am the goo that clogs his brain. I'm the poison that faults him. Genuine shakes his head at my hallucinations. You cannot be true by being false, I am contradiction. Blessed are those who can take blame for they have forgiven their blunders.

Expunge these Thoughts

I still have your t-sheet
Folded neatly
The same creases
Have stayed pressed in my hand
Since you last held it.

My stomach hurls these memories
Into the garbage.
You're something
I just can't handle.

Nymph

I booked a ticket
to ride a petal's flowers.
Raindrops follow me.

This week I've collected...

We've evolved from a hunter gatherer society
into
a wasteland for our own refuse.
Where is redemption
when you say
it's really all physiological?
If the possibility exists,
all habitually hoping humans
will fall for this little injustice
that we ourselves have provided.
Nature seeks a minimum.
Think about it.