If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the twinge of affliction
that’s running through these lines

If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather slip away from your hands
than get picked up by you

If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably me who has given up
and grew tired of us

If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather surrender the battle
than fight with you, side by side

If my words would ever reach you,
it’s probably because of the caffeine
injecting temporary sorrow

If my words would ever reach you,
I’d rather disappear in the sea of faces
and not look back at you…

…but as I turn around, I found you waving a bittersweet goodbye.

Heated
Baths of liquid gold on
Skins of alabaster cold
Were the touches
Of her hand
On his body
In his soul

I die a little
every time I think of the bad things
I ever did to you

I die a little
every time I think of the good things
I ever did to you

I think I die a little
every time I think of you

the itch to
open and devour a book
filling myself
with emotions
that help me escape
reality
that bury my sadness
six feet deep

the urge to stay
and drown myself
in the abyss
of the
beauty
of
the language