IoganStaff

I am a walking, talking universe of dead poets who tattoo their stanzas into my flesh with ghostly, typewriter fingers. I live and breathe their worldly disasters like a nicotine addiction I've never had. Drowning in their scribbles I kiss their shoreline romances, envy their Annabel Lee's, & carry their hearts in my heart. I am 7am coffee on Sunday mornings: a half drunk, hungover limerick waiting to happen. I am jealousy: nothing more than weak words, & a tongue-tied cliche- but death becomes me.

Nobody is better than you. Nobody is better than me. Nobody understands you. Nobody understands me. Nobody likes you. Nobody likes me. Nobody loves you. Nobody loves me. Nobody cares about you. Nobody cares about me. Nobody wants to play with you. Nobody wants to play with me. Nobody is a killer than you. Nobody is a killer than me. Nobody fires you. Nobody fires me. Nobody takes care of you. Nobody takes care of me. Nobody wants you to die. Nobody wants me to die. Nobody is crazy like you. Nobody is crazy like me. Nobody beats a crap out of you. Nobody beats a crap out of me. Nobody wants you to live. Nobody wants me

       Ever since America could remember he had always wanted a child. He dreams came true the day (Name) was born. His wife sadly, a few months later got sick and died. Though his wife had died he was still a happy man. He had a daughter. Seeing at how (Name) was born such a happy, healthy baby girl, he thought nothing could go wrong. Sadly sometime after she turned 3, she began having seizures. The seizures never seemed to end, and were very violent. America had been to many doctors and had tried many medications. Nothing seemed to work, and he was getting tired of lack of answers. Soon, America took her to expert and got (Name) a brain sca