Oh... Everything

(For a lover's friend)


Everything you thought
                      to be
is now telling you
you're not
   everything you said
                   it would be.


Everything is said on a piece of trashed paper.
On a glass of empty wine.
On a body of horrifying regret.

Everything you thought it
        would fill inside
         little black holes
   is now
         filling somewhere
         near sold.

Everything you thought
          you would drink
is now getting inside you
                      so cold.
Everything you thought you
            would feel is now
                        completly
                               stoned.