mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted

Can I be the poem, not the poet?

Your naked body
Pressed on mine
We kissed

I thought that
I should feel
Something

Thrill, euphoria
Lust, love
Or bliss

But no
I felt
Nothing

your heart
breaks different
when it beats
alone

words are just things
things that hurt the heart
they leave scars on everyone
that wont go away
and never forgotten

what can heal my scars
love perhaps, but
that is another word that will hurt me
another word that will leave a scar

your eyes are forest green
what else can I ask for
I stare at them for a long time
sometimes not taking my eyes off

you ask me why I stare
and I tell  u why
I tell u I love looking at them
I can get lost in them
I never want to come back