i will be
lying on the nearest
couch you can find;
a cigarette clasped loosely
between my fingers
a bottle of jack on the
floor beneath me.

i will be
wiping at my mascara,
pretending i've not been
crying; my shirt soaked
with the memories of the
familiarity of my
nightmares.

i will be
sitting on the roof
above all the skeletons in
my closet; singing
to myself and trying to
convince me that i'll
be okay.

i will be
haunted again by a past
i never knew
whispers of a life
i never lived
screaming my voice hoarse
with tears from tomorrow.

i will be.
i will.
i.

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To every comma, I'll pause;
To every period, I'll stay;
To every question mark, I'll wonder;
And to every exclamation point, I'll get excited.
You welcome me w/ the warmth of Your Words,
So, Hello Poetry!

Is it easy to let go of you?
When I know, You're my life.
When I know, I need Your every Word.
When I know, I learn from You.
Can I truly say Goodbye Poetry?

Imagine a world without words
A world full of miseries & Mysteries
Reading actions, mixed w/ emotions.
Imagine a world without language,
A world that's too hard to understand,
Or maybe I would be a nomad now.

If I stop writing,
It's as if I'm drawing myself to death.
I would face empty pages,
I would sing empty phrases
With my dying lips.

If I stop greeting you "Hello"
Still, I wouldn't be able to say "Goodbye."
I would rest in my grave,
I would put hymns in my wandering soul.

And so there'd be no goodbyes,
Instead, I'll say, "Hello Poetry!"
And see you around!