firefly

pray i break down
to be built back stronger. 
into the onward.
fire flies
like floating bon fires
soar forth
and tell me
that we bond for
the right reasons.
reel in
feelings
and recast 
something.
hopefully deeper.
new fish,
no new niggas,
nigga do you feel this?
like its my day job
to say sob stories
about former glory
in the form of poetry,
stood stoically
over residual
odes to she
that i keep,
let leak into that
deep, deep,
when i’m 
high off that THC
and insomniac sleep
with 10 minute peeks,
into dreams
where we speak.
no new niggas.
nigga i don’t need
you. 
peace brand new.
peace to past, cruel.
peace to the last
that hold on in lieu
of the tragic
crash 
that befalls us.
call up
Jesus
bawl up.
times all up.
but it can’t
take the small stuff.
singing songs of
almost,
and gone ghosts,
and long notes
of suicidal intent
that crescendo
into hell bent
regret over the misspent
and a missed chance
and another mistake.
here again.