There are things in life
That seem so frightening—
Yet, as time goes by,
They reveal themselves
To be so simple
That I wonder
Why I didn’t start sooner.

My heart fills with joy
Each time I see HP notifications coming by.
“Someone loved your poem” makes me believe,
Confidence blooming in words I weave.

I smile while reading comments in delight,
Each word feels like a guiding light.
“Someone reposted it” gives me gentle thrills,
A kindness that lingers, a warmth that instills.

And when my poem starts trending high,
I whisper thank you, with tears in my eye.

I killed someone for you-
And you were glad I did

I killed someone for you-
So you sold my soul for the highest bid

I killed someone for you-
You said it’d set me free

I killed someone for you-
What  I didn’t know
Was that the one I killed
Was me.

He smelt of cherries and tobacco,
And had the air of summer rain,
And god when that boy smiled,
It felt like a freight train,
Took all my will to forget him,
Lost all my mind trying to say goodbye,
Cause I can tell myself he was trouble,
But if I said I didn’t love him it’d be a lie