ice deeper

more family to me

than mine ever was,

the chosen ones.

the broken things i relate to.

and to the rest:

i really don't gaf.

loneliness > limerence,

as far as choices go,

if that's whatcha gotta give.

and wow, the effort

some people put

into being someone else

into making someone else, too

into feeling insignificant.

is ironic.

new years to come

no fkucs given

the weekend is here

and i already knew

he was probably with him again.

i hate friday.

i am always trying to forget.

i always try,

and so i always fail.

when i meet my own demands,

he will meet me there,

if he wants to

skate across it.

the surfaces of ice,

deeper than the ocean.

the seas of life;

currents seized,

frozen where i stand.

i am a stranger

where home was.

i don't know

who lives here now,

and i never did.

but i do know

from where i am.