There are too many of you to mention.

There's a burning smell coming from the hallway.

A coffee pot left to sit too long.

A smell that burns in my nostrils as thoughts burn in my head

burn with bad memories as I think of you.

It's not just the drink in my hand or the toxins in my liver that are repulsing to me.

You have always disgusted me.

Your arrogance, ignorance and insensitivity are combined in degrees worse than a KKK member.

only when you lynch me, it's in ways the rest of society can't see.

You've broken my heart,

and I don't even love you.

You've crushed my Spirit,

even though you think I have no soul.

I want to damn you to hell,

but that would only be doing

what you do to me.

Except my hell is here on Earth.

And you've convinced me that there's no Heaven to look forward to.

There can't be a God who would let someone like you

exist.

A poem when I just needed to write.

I tried to think of something witty,

something funny,

something revelation worthy,

something to talk about,

something to match the intelligence of a YouTube comedian--

But I couldn't.

so you'll have to deal with imagining what something like that would be like.

I suddenly found it important to write out the fact that, sometimes

I just have nothing really to say

(except ramblings such as this)

which most likely means I talk too much.

Thus makes me think I am annoying.

Whether or not I am.

Which probably means I have some deepset personal insecurities.

meh.

I don't feel pulled to suicide--so I must be okay.

What I will leave you with is wonder

(which every good poem should do)

wonder

(like a magical bridge)

How the hell is this a poem?

(it really is a wonder)