I hope she gives you AIDS.
That'll teach you to **** anyone again.
I hope your **** falls off
I hope you're laying in a hospital bed where you
think of me before you close your eyes one final time.

Oh, did i mention I hope you get AIDS?

I’m tired of fighting a
Winless battle.
I wish I could reverse
Time and stop me from being born.
But all I have are
These pills that can give me
The permanent sleep I desire.
But then I think of you
And flush them out.

i love you.
ti amo
je t'aime.
Wǒ ài nǐ
я тебе люблю
te amo.
Я люблю тебя
jag älskar dig
kocham Cię

no matter what language,
love is beautiful.

Thank you for loving me at my worst.
I promise to give you my heart at my best.

Your lips are still your lips
And your eyes are still your eyes,
Burning with desire from the moment I passed
You on that dimly lit street in September.
All I could think was:
“I love you.”

Maybe we’re ****** up but so is the world.
Maybe we aren’t meant to be
But let’s say **** the world
And be ****** together.

The infinity of our past pales in comparison to the infinity of our future.

If I could rearrange the stars,
I’d put the moon in front of the sun
So I could witness your beauty from the darkness.

I loved you until it became a habit.
And like a cigarette,
I became addicted.

Let our love part the seas
So that we may walk on water
And into an eternal heaven
Where only our two souls shall dwell.

i've loved and lost
but i am thankful for
the stars that guided my way
back to Your heart.

Beneath the garden
shed, her bones bleed
Without much notice of
decay.

Smells of rotten garbage
Permeated the building
Of her demise
Without much notice of
isolation.

Souless, lifeless carcass
Becomes her as she loses
Unconsciousness beneath the
Rotting soil.

And the malevolence
Took over.

nothing would make me happier
than to hold your hand for the rest of our lives
grow old with you
and watch our grandchildren play under
the magnolia trees in the summer sun.

my tears bled
like diamonds onto the sidewalk
and the sun soaked them up
before they had a chance to shine.

i wish you were dead
but death is too good for you.
so I pray to god that he
has mercy on you in purgatory.

for the make-believe
world you spun around me
infected with webs of lies,
seeping with the decay
of our own insecurities.

yet the sad thing
is I believed you were
my beautiful Guardian
Angel dressed as Satan.

i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
i wanna die. i wanna die.
but i can't seem to pull the trigger.

from you slamming the
door in my face again
yet I still come back every time.

I want to pick you up
and carry you in my pocket
for the rest of my days.

little did I know that
you'd be the one to
carry me for the rest
of my days.

there is no hole
big enough to fill
the satisfaction of my misery.
even my tears overwhelm
the ocean from which
all life swims.

instead i keep my tears
locked away in a reservoir
where the demons feed off them.

never date a poet because they’ll
expose your lies with the stroke
of a pen and leave you to bleed out
your sorrows.

A kaleidoscope of fleeting embers appears beneath the fireplace—
Burnt ashes permeating these hollow halls of winter.
Faded cards with Christmas carols mark the existence of another absolution
Where we invent ourselves from glass crystals and a nonsense
Fanatical of perfection.

Shards of rainbow-colored glass on the floor as we run barefoot among the stars.
Sparks of yellow and orange and blue and red and gold illuminate
The dreary existence of this lonely town.
As we search for new illusions to
Fill our drunken hearts.

Chestnut leaves fall onto the ground
As we countdown—
Five…
Four…
Three…
Two…
One…

Another year gone—
Another soul taken—
To cashmere sweaters and expensive screens.
What have we become?

your love chased me
down a dark alley
that i made with my own rebellion.

your love rescued me
even when i denied you
in front of the altar.

what greater love than
the love of the father?

sometimes i want someone to take the rain
but leave the pain
so I can watch my heart slowly die
like it was always meant to.

but mind you,
this is not a suicide note
because my soul has already died.

I held a candle to my demons
for so long.
But he distinguished them with the
whisper of His voice.

a rose can bloom from the hands of
the broken widow who spent
her entire life sowing the seed
and never watering it.

help
      stop
this
     doesn’t
belong
     here
     you
          don’t
    belong
here
   in
my
    world
messing
    it
up.

i no longer find solace
in my solitude because the voices in
my heard are too loud.
                      "your nose is too big"
"you're too fat"

          "you'll never be good enough"

"no one likes you"

"better off dead"

and the office talk begins.

if God created the earth in seven days,
who’s to say He won't turn your rainfall
into sunshine in one moment?

On Purpose

I kissed you without permission—
In hopes that you would kiss me back.
I was open with you—
In hopes that you would be open with me.

I waited in the rain on that cold December night---
In hopes that you would pick me up.
I wrote you 365 letters every day for a year.
In hopes that you would write me back.

I loved you on purpose—
In hopes that you would love me back.
I fought with you on purpose—
Hoping you would fight back.

Three years have passed since our last phone call.
You have probably moved on—
Yet I sit in this empty room,
Wondering why I loved you on purpose.