All the world decays

i've known this
girl since high
school, we
were in a class
together, spanish
class. kids
would throw
paper
airplanes and spit spit
balls, condoms
were passed
around. i would
listen to music
in the corner. we
did anything but
speak spanish,
and through the
disorder of it all we
had a connection, at
least
something
was there, i felt
it and wished
it was stronger. she
used to starve
herself- still does. i hung
out with her
a couple of months
ago, we drank
rum and cokes
and watched a movie
and blew a couple pain pills.
she puked.
i felt bad, didn't
know what to do.
i hoped- i do
hope, we
have something, or
could have something. she's
a beautiful girl. it feels
as if
the connection
that we had was
from our disconnection
to our own selves.
we lose touch, go
different directions on
our path of
loathing,
of hate.
i just
don't want her
to wither
away. she's someone
i would miss, and sometimes
i do.

Reviews

[J. Swaney]

My wife works at a place Called Remuda Ranch. It's a very exclusive and expensive eating disorder facility on 500 acres here in Virginia it's used for all the gag and pukers with rich parents and eating disorders. I see it every day. Somehow this poem is more real than that.

Great Job.

[Geoffers]

Dude so powerful I really like the flow
really well worked
Definately did a good job with imagery and just really great work man

[*~Imperfectly Me~*]

I like this poem... I think that it shows how a connection can be with almost no effort... I like the imagery you painted in this... I felt as if i were in the spanish class.... great job!