sweet,
times they were
when i was selfish, ashen,
hated loved, swimming in the ocean,
turtles, lost besides me.

and what did I do
to find myself, to find
silence and solace?
i met the bottle,
cheers and tears together
mingled flowing into my glass
as i became one with
blackness.

that blackness shall step out

and introduce itself,
shaking hands all around.
and inside i will weep
for him, that man
who i once saw
as myself.

remember the hills?
remember, along with the swimming pool,
there were the pills;
the children, cheering gleefully,
self-conscious men and women,
photographs and pot-bellies
and strong liqueres.

she recovered roundly,
pinned up her smile along with her hair,
(i remember when we danced
in the sea, and she came home
with chopsticks)
write me poetry,
she said.

here is your poem:

"when you gonna make up your mind?"
she asks, through him,
her blonde hair swept back
in such a way that when i see her
my soul cracks,
my heart bleeds,
and i offer her anything.

"you're so selfish",
tonight she proclaims, probing
her finger in my chest,
watching my heart burst,

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!
hahaha... duhmabs? are you there?