She lives a life
Not quite sane
She hears laughter in the background
Too petty to keep a man

She wants me
She wants him
She wants those
Kind of guys that give her thorns
I suppose

I'm not as cool
As I seem
Wrote this poem
At 2am
The pen is a dream

She's wide awake
Wild eyes
Blue
Like Carolina skies
June

Spaceships hover Mars
We live on the moon
The dark side

Darken hearted
Love disappeared
And
Hope departed

Never more
No more human element
Clinical
We hunger for more

Never sated
Feast on flesh
So long we waited
For what
Will never be

I live a life not quite sane
No.
I'll never be Casanova
Romeo or a
Black card holder

Bankrupt
My thoughts melt
Then mesh
Into a whole new animal

And its like laundry
It gets washed rinsed and dried

To many times I've tried
To justify living
The life
Not quite sane