sometimes
                                                       ­                         my
                                     ­ brain
                       doesn’t
                                                       ­     work

right
                                                ­                               and

                             my

                                              thoughts

     ­                                         scatter

               ­                                                    like
                               beads

                                     spilled
                               on
                                                              ­                 tile

floor

the night is made
to say things we never meant
we intoxicate our bodies
transform it on its true self

i think it is funny
how when the sun is up
we walk around praising our life
caring for what the world thinks
pretending to be what we are not
putting on masks
so thick that you could never
ever tell they are fakes

but then the sun goes down
and shine its true light
on the moon
poisoning our veins
luring our hearts
to beat faster
and sing the truth out loud
making us confess
what we would later deny with light

Jane:**  My phone is going to die,
             if it happens, the world won't fall.
             We will simply meet under the stairs.
             Okay?

Alex:   What if my world falls?
Jane:  If your world depends
            on the level of my phone battery
            I should start taking a charger with me.

Alex:  Lol, this sounds amazing. Make a poem out of it.
                                                             ­                                      *So... I did.

you were all the same
but now i know the truth.

who were you
                                                                                         before you were hurt?