Alex Night Poems

And you say
you've never seen my
pretty emotions,
I show
...

You touch my arm
and say what's going to be right.
It all is.
You're hands are grasping mine with a firmness
...

Who else could do this to me but
you?
You've got me running into
dead end walls
...

I look into the mirror
and I see what can murder.
It's a pitiful,
ugly monster.
...

Does it really all matter in the end?
Who we are,
what we do?
You don't ever decide.
...

My kind friend with a gentle voice or the brunette
with orange cleats and short bark
as a laugh.
What do you think of love?
...

They say things are not always what they seem.
Tell me what they seem,
and I will tell you...
What will I tell you?
...

Don't walk away
and strand me again.
Please, take your bag off
stay for a while.
...

I didn't do it.
I didn't shove that knife through your chest
purposely aiming for a vital cavity.
I didn't hurt you.
...

And you will aways have that one
shining piece
that gives you hope.
But where will the memories go?
...