Relationships are like an icecream.
They start off light and sweet,
They fill the hungry empty part of you.
You feel light and complete...you really do.
Then it gets harder and the sweetness starts to fade.
THEN IT'S GONE, he's gone
I wish he stayed.

Once upon a time, a little girl met god.
she wanted him to be her f riend,
but he told her to leave immediately, "it's dark and cold and dear I am old for you, leave."
And she ran.
Years later, god saw the little girl
but she changed, wrinkles and dark circles.
he whispered in her ear, "let's be friends"
she laughed and laughed and laughed
and screamed,
"It's dark and cold and you know nothing. Die already."

I keep trying to find a song that can describe
how I feel with the hope that
maybe it will make this emptiness seem less empty
but you can't rhyme
"scars" with "I'm sorry"
or
"sixteen" with "alcoholic"

You know
How I told you before
That I have no muse
Because it ran away
Well I've been leafing through my notebooks
And I've come to realise that
Without intending to
A new muse
Has been hiding
In the depths of my tangled mind
It's you.

You have taken up
The space that was once empty
I write as I love and I love to write
Somewhere along the way
You have become the most frequent topic
Of my many musings
It is clear to me now that
In the search for finding the right words to say to you
I have been writing down the things
I can't quite say aloud (Yet).

I will keep all of these
Incoherent, unfinished, rambamable
Yet honest things
I will keep them safe
One day I will place them together
Side by side
Finally you will see
The words I struggle to express
You will see
My feelings on paper
In their most raw and true state
Just for you.

She looked great in subdued lighting,
but when it got a bit brighter,
she looked majorly rough,
had a back covered with zits
& big puffy eyes,
as if she cried a lot.

She made her money,
bug bucks & lots of it
from the drunk boys
visiting from
down at the base,
wrapping herself
around a pole
with the rest
of the party girls.

The guys would fight
for a  front row seat,
just to see her bottle trick,
which, when I thought about it,
was actually a little sick.

They called her Double Diamond,
but her name was actually Joyce
& she was trouble,
was in and out of jail a lot.
The last time was for retail theft
& the time before that,
the accidental death of her ex.

I got the vibe
never to ****
with her,
only to watch
& that's all I ever did, once.
Thank God,
I heard she tripped out
last year &
shot three dudes
after her final show.

In an age of social media and technology
We waste away so many hours of our days
Scrolling through snapshots
Of incredible things and places
From all over the world and beyond
We are so amazed by
These glimpses
Of other peoples lives
That we often forget
To live our own.

I’ve tried to write you a poem, Ashley,
About you, but no matter how much
I try to write, it still doesn’t suit me.
I just want to say what a good friend
You are to me, and that I love you.
I can’t quite tell you just how much,
But since our friendship grew…
Well, let’s just say I think you’re amazing.