I guess I never noticed
The loneliness in her eyes
A burning blue fire
That burned her insides
Is there anything to save her?
Maybe,
But it's up to her to decide.
Does she want to live,
Or does she want to die?

I wash the clothes
and fold them too.
I take the dishes
and load them up.
I look at closets
and organize jackets.

I do the chores
mom usually does.
Parents thank me
and smile at my work.
To them I'm getting better
and working to be better.

Little do they know
that when I do housework
my live is spiraling more
and all I am doing
is making things easier
for when I am gone.

Was it intentional?
I thought so,
but
then again
I don't really know.

It just happened that way
and if you ask me what way?
I'd have to say
I don't know.

Intentional or not
It taught me a lot
about how I relate
to the melody
in this life filled
with the music
of melancholy.

About myself.

A life without words.
Is a painting without paint.
A forrest without trees.
A beach without sand.
A rainbow without colors.
My life without you.
Is an empty space.
A bath full of tears.
A broken soul.
Brings a fake smile
on my face.
A fragile heart.
A sensitive mind.
My life filled with
words and you.
Is waking up
every morning.
See your smile every day.
Such a warm feeling
I can't replace.
Don't want to erase.
Wish I could be
your pillowcase.
Feeling your warm
gentle face.
See all of your dreams
in a different
kind of place.
This is a poem
of a loving girl.
Who can do anything
in a life with beautiful words.