The End of the World

I’m so sad today and I can’t stop it and tears won’t come and neither will screams and I just want to jump on a plane and visit you because I need to see your face or hear your voice or anything just to be near you. I want to talk but I have no words and no one will listen anyway and it’s terrible to think about all the broken hearts in the world and that I am just one of many. There are fields of bloody hearts just waiting to be stitched up but there’s no one there to do it. And I just can’t make a decision based on the fact that I love you when you won’t talk to me. You’re too noble for that and I’m too stupid to forget your hands in my hair. I have to do something besides write these poems drowning in woe but there is no solution so I guess I’ll wait until the end of the world like everyone else does. I’ll wait til the asteroid is upon us, until the hurricanes won’t cease their vendetta against the earth. Maybe then you and I will have enough courage to hold on and not let go.