It's pounding. Pounds.
I hate the ache. My ache.
It can all be my fault.
Is my fault. My mistake.

It's so empty. I hear echo.
The hollow shell mimics the cry.
Copies the sound of the teardrop.
Replays the sound of a sigh.

Gone. Gone. Going? No, gone.
Not a sorry to be said.
Not a word to be heard.
Everything but your shadow has fled.

A pouring in the eyes. A leak in the heart.
No love. No love. Nothing left to lose.
I cut my foot on a piece of broken promise.
I should have worn shoes.

I feel a steady chill.
Must be the window pain.
I used to fix it. Doesn't matter now.
It'll just break again.

So you told her
So you say

I wonder if you mentioned everything?

You know, the pause between breaths
when our body's ache to *** at the same time?

or how you've had me in all the right places
in unordinary spaces?

Does she know how our hearts blended into
one heart beat so we no longer are two but one?

I wonder if she would be so easy to please if
she really knew I slept in your shirt and played
with myself in your underwear?

From Missionary to your wildest desires back to Missionary?

I think you don't just love me, I think you miss me in ways
she so does not know

It's my birthday today
I turn 22
I don't feel like I'm very
Put together
I was born in '91
On a Friday, on the 13th
I guess I'm not that lucky
And I might never be
In my short 22 years
I've seen death
I've seen drugs
I've seen poverty & struggle
I've seen depression
In my short 22 years
I've seen prosperity
I've seen happiness
I've seen love
I've seen success
Life is all about the journey
The ride you take
It's all about the ups and the downs
And all the obstacles
My 22 year old self
Will live to be
Smarter, stronger
Better, kinder
I'm determined to not let
This year go to waste
Maybe this time next year
I will feel more
Put together

I'm sorry for the way I acted
But can you blame me
For having such passion
Who else has made
Such a fuss over you
I doubt many people
Love you like I do
I hate the spell
You've casted upon me
It's made me different
And now I've gone crazy

Eyes closed.
Breathing in through my nose
and breathing out through my nose.
My mouth is closed...
Listening with my ears.

Heart opened.
Mind wandering freely
as the sounds dance with my soul,
the feathers have been plucked from my skin, revealing tiny bumps.
I feel that time has ceased to continue.

The reality that words do not fully captivate it;
It is in that reality that we feel complete happiness.

I feel like yesterday,
I had seen you.
I had recognized
The curve of your lips.
The arch of your back.
The broad of your shoulders.

I think it was yesterday.

Because, yesterday,
I smiled at you.
I heard
The cackling of your laughter.
The steady tone of your voice.
The deep sound of comfort.

I believe it was yesterday.
But perhaps it was a year ago.

I cannot remember.
Because it felt like yesterday.

Today, I started to day dream.
I was looking into the distance.
I know I saw your face,
heard your voice in some distant place...

Whether it was my mind or reality...

I had realized,
it was not yesterday.
It was years ago.
And just like that,
your face fades with the wind.
And the sound of your voice
fades with the ticking of the clock.

Because yesterday was a year ago.

We started off tragic
And we ended that way too

Accidentally, Something.

When I rose this morning,
With sweat on my head.
I noticed the difference,
And climbed out of bed.
The warmth of the room,
Helped not the gloom.
And no-ones soft breathing,
This place is a tomb.

The  quiet unsettled,
And this for hope.
I dressed up disheveled,
Feeling much like a joke.
Drudging about,
As the clock again spoke.

Into the brightness,
Glad for cologne.
Smelling awesome makes you feel awesome-sidenote
The gears started grinding,
Tires gripping the road.
Music not helping,
As louder it grew
Thoughts ever flooding,
While ashes flew.
The minutes were seconds,
Finally something to do.