Untitled Love

First let me start by saying that this poem is not a suicide note or anything like that. It was actually composed accidentally by writing down random lines from what I was hearing on the news, what my friend was saying and what I was thinking. Then I looked down at the page and it seemed to kind of fit together, so I tweaked it and came up with this......

love untitled
enjoy getting older,
pretending I am fine.
running.......trying to catch up
leaving life and love behind.
joy in expression,
sentenced to the bottom,
a .22, muffled right and nobody would know

but I look both ways, before dying

palms kissing
pleading for release,
always loving with her foot upon the brake.
a re-inactment
piecing myself together
twist -n- turn and all but learn
im bleeding in retrospect.
reflection:
another poured shot of pain
still not quite numb enough
for the pentence I require.

so I look both ways, before dying

there has to be more,
more to you
more to me,
but time is blind
and gives no sympathy!
still i look both ways before dying