You know
Suicide and life
Are peachy conversations

Based around
This fantasy that will never evolve
Can't say I welcome it

In to my life
Those tasteless kisses
You pushed upon my cheek

Me ruining
All hope of that new crush
Now is exposed

It makes the children I'll
How about we taunt them with a flick
A wave like motion

With the finger of
Pointing capability
I wish for a state of

Isolation
And a sense of
Nothingness

It could be empty or
Plain and boring
But just enough to

Keep me from straying
This finger churns women into butter on a hot summer day
I doubt they will connect the two of us anyway