It Was Lovely

I was okay five minutes ago

well, yah,

someone told me a  joke

and I was like,

yeah, make me

laugh and shit

but that was six minutes

and ten seconds ago

and alot has

changed

since then

like now I'm worlds away

and light speeded

to another planet

somewhere

I thought I told you

what I meant to say

was it's over

that's all I have to say

that was seven minutes 

and who gives a shit

how much and or

why or what the?

I mean

who really cares?

Like my happiness depends

on some precarious

misnomer

of this some guy

or something or other

person

that is hurting

my 

hurting me

and I can't seem to stop it

him, or make

the hurt

 go away

See ten minutes ago, 

I was happy and

now all hell

shit has come lose

and the happiness

or so-called

is not really there

and I'm feeling

like I'm lost

really lost

It could have been five minutes or five months

I don't know anymore

since he told me

it was over

one minute I'm

good

and the next

I'm on the floor

(it's worse then dying,

you ought to try it)

I keep thinking back

no better not

do that

could be a good

thing or not

and since I'm not

sure then

it's best not

to go there

five minutes ago or five months ago

just best not to go

Nothing seems to be 

working right now

the tears just keep

coming and

there's no saving me

I can't think of anything

else that might or

might not be funny

so I'll just

say

It was only five minutes,
but it was 

lovely......

December 2013