Broken hearts gave us the best poets in the world.

The trees are about to show us how lovely it is to let the dead things go.

it kills me to say this
but i've forgotten what your voice sounds like

it's been twenty-one days
and i am alive
(sometimes)

i want to drown myself in drugs
i want to drown myself in Jesus
i want to drown myself in self-loathing
i want to drown myself in you

the thought of kissing you
brought me solace on
sleepless nights
now it's the source of
my worst nightmares

i tried making dreams my reality
and reality my dreams
but you haunt every crack and crevice
of my being
i can't dust the places i can't reach

i am not well.

Everything
Is
Alive


Words Of Harfouchism

lol me too

why were you only honest
at 3 am?

because
it was easier
for you to blend
the darkness of your soul
with the dark of the night.