Thread: Your only friends are make believe

I'm homesick, and I've been waiting for you.
You're on my mind, but... This is stupid.
No... This is how I disappear,
Drag... Goodbye forever, narc.

We're in the house of the wolves, now and it's summer.
Take me to the lake, I'll have no hard feelings.
I'd rather have sugar.
I'd rather be sweet.

If memory serves, Mary came along,
And stole you from me.
Burn, modern man.
Burn, Prometheus.

Wake up, sweet pea,
You've had trouble breathing.
You're made out of nothing but special needs.
But at this point, I'll settle for anything.

I think something that poets who type up end-stopped lines miss most of the time is that you need punctuation still to tell a reader where your sentences end. That goes for this poem as well, your lines need some periods in a few places, "Mary came along/And stole you from me."

Other than that, I really like this poem. Though I find it difficult to make every stanza whole in and of itself, and its difficult to relate some images to the title, I think the general emotion set by the words allow for this poem to work anyways. Some clarity is wanted, but for its poetics, this poem is rather good.