The Shit Magazines Print

From all the articles I’ve found

And the many tips I’ve read

There’s no plan of attack

To win your lover back

When he is cold and dead

The Human Shield

Did I really

Dodge that bullet

Or just hide

Behind you instead

I guess now

We’ll never know

As I’m alive

And you’re dead

Six
feet
under

Dark
and
gloomy

A
small
voice
whispers

‘Welcome roomie…’

One
touch

Is
not
enough

You
need to
give
more

For
my
heart
to
thaw

The kindness of others never ceases to amaze me…

…But my inability to replicate it does.