please, spare me the spoonful's of sugar you claim will make the sickening medicine, meant to heal the wounds you created, go down.
my dear,
just because you sugarcoat your words,
does not mean they taste any less bitter.

every year, the sky weaves a blanket of snow and places it gently onto the earth, slowly
suffocating what once was alive, and
suffocating parts of me that have yet to die, I wonder,
what could possibly be left to **** in a graveyard.

Addiction
......is a mountain that you do not have the strength to climb, but do so anyways....and you know that there is an avalanche..a moment of *collapse and destruction....that is bound to happen at any moment in time, but you do not care because....the view is so beautiful
addiction* is letting your *highs carry you throughout the night because it's the only way you'll be able to greet the day and then allow your lows to drag you through it
addiction is small puddles of water in the desert that lead to a mirage in the distance, you continue drinking, believing that you are being led to your salvation only to realize it has all been an illusion
addiction itself is water, although it does not reside in the desert..it's in your stomach as opposed to food, because if you were to eat you would not only throw up the food, but also the truth
addiction is silence within classrooms....why speak out loud when you are already screaming at the temptation in your mind to leave you be..
addiction is a race between bank accounts and bodies..and its hard to tell which one will cross the finish line of complete emptiness first
addiction is skin clinging to bones like a baby to its mother....but its only ever perceived as beautiful
addiction is carrying vile poison in your veins, and so in your backpack you also carry blades because you never really know when the temptation will scream just a bit too loud..and the time will come to let it all out
addiction is locked doors and cold bathroom floors that you sit upon for hours contemplating your fate..
Addiction is what has carried the minds and souls of those I love to a far away place, and so I suppose I allow it to carry me now in hopes it will bring me to them someday...

Hours filled with you,
has lead to years filled with less of me,
please, I am begging you,
just become a memory,
my darling, my dear,
you have only left me more empty.

The sky is crying tonight,
perhaps it’s tears signify it's longing for me to say goodbye.
please, give me back to the sky.

I never knew how much I would notice the spaces you once occupied
and how you will never be there to fill them again.
Tell me, why can I still not comprehend,
what it truly means when something comes to an end?

I now realize....
that there are far more graveyards, in my brain
than there are gardens.

I'm sorry to say,
that the sadness has swallowed me.
It is truly beginning to feel like the end.

I've always known that the glass was half empty, and
not half full, you
have only ever wanted to leave me empty, abandoned
and all alone.

over time, my garden has become desolate, and
i told you that i feared for its demise, i
told you that at night i would cry, as
the petals from my flowers would fall, one by one, and
you knew, you
knew of the darkness that was consuming me, and
i thought you were the light, i
thought you were tending to my garden of loneliness, words
acting like sunshine and rain, but
you weren't, when
i thought you were digging holes to plant seeds of love, adoration,
and happiness, you
were digging graves to bury the broken parts of yourself, you
turned my garden into a graveyard and i still don't know why.

it's sort of funny how we convince ourselves of many things,
in order to fit into our perception of reality, like
take for example, you
this person who I thought was like the universe, so
mysterious and beautiful, so
underappreciated and ignored, so
I launched myself into your space, and
I suppose somewhere along the way, I
saw the black hole in the distance, I did yet
I chose to admire the millions of stars and the planets, thinking
that that inevitable end was oh so far, yet
I was wrong because, the thing about black holes, and
the thing about you really, is that nothing can escape them,
they consume everything no matter what, they
have no regard for beauty, no intent on doing anything I would consider to be good, but
they do not know any different, that
is what they have to do to exist, and
I just wish that you would have been the universe instead of the thing that destroys it.