Alive As Fuck

Where my heart should be

Sits a stream of tears

Constantly dripping

One after the other

A slow

Steady

Ache

Into a blue pool

Of loneliness

I’ve heard

It’s better to feel pain

Then numbness

Because

With pain

You know you’re alive

And with numbness

You might as well

Be dead already

I must be alive as fuck then.

(I must admit, even for a poet, this one is pretty dramatic.)

-C.H.