****** is illegal
But is it really?
You can hold my heart in your hand
And you have
You can poke and ****
Testing my restraint
And you have
You can slowly torture the life out
You did
My life is over but im still here
Im still breathing
Still crying
Still ******* dying
****** is illegal
Justice systems of America reconsider
Because i lost my will to live
And she walks free

Drugs and alcohol include restricted use
But we failed to ban the more addictive narcotic
The most brain altering
Physically impairing
Judgement decreasing
Love.
I love you
You loved me
Past tense
Cause thats where you left me
Caught in the could be
Please
I wish there was a caution sign with love
A: preceed at your own risk
But there isnt
Justice systems of america
Put a warning sign on love
Because she took my soul
And i still love her

Talk abt addiction

Writing is the slitting of wrists with words
The bleeding onto paper
Of your truth

People turn their heads away
Overwhelmed at the sight of purity
Art that reflects human form in its entirety
Its the ****** of oneself
For all to see
Come see my body
Bled dry
Caught trapped in a sheet of paper
Come see "i dont know how to explain it"
Disproved
Come see the darkest places i have ever traveled alone
Maybe then you'd understand

Its not just a poem
Its my blood
Poured out for the world to see

I love you

Ill wrap you in a blanket of words
You've never heard
That you dont even know you deserve
I dont want to take control
I just wanna learn your soul
Not your body
But your mind

I dont want to own you
I want to show you
What it's like to be mine

Goodnight mi amor
Goodnight to my dreams
That i thought were OUR dreams
Sweet dreams
While i dream
In a world where you're still mine

I can't write anymore poems
About emotions I can't process
My hands burnt out
scratching, typing, writing
Get it out because it ***** staying in
Blood, words, memories
Onto a sheet of paper
Call it a poem
Call it art
Call it broken
Call it me
My name
My titles
My words
To you, my collection of mismatched proportions and punctuation,
Looks like nothing,
Looks like work.
Strung together by commas and apostrophes and prepositions
Held together by me; my voice, my tears, my smile, my laugh.
The words you struggle to comprehend
Is the portrait of me struggling to pretend
That everyday isnt a challenge.

Never have I given my name
Any thought
Until
I think about it connected
With hers

I live by the clock.

The tick tick tick,
Ticking away my life.
A silent celebration
Of another second
I survived.
A silent plead with the gram reaper,
"please I don't want to die"

Obsessed with time:
Years,
Months,
Weeks,
Days,
Hours,
Minutes,
Seconds.
Put my faith in the constant.
Put my faith in the clock.

When did you become my clock?
When did the little black hands
Circling life's one true constant
Stop being my true north?

Why do my hands shake,
No longer in fear
But in anticipation,
Of our next encounter?

How did a silent celebration
Turn into a constant collaboration?
Your hands telling a story
Your mouth can't.
Your laugh,
Echoing,
Through my ears
Down to my heart.

What erased my fear of dying
And ignited a love for flying,
Hand in hand
With you?

I can't recall.
But for the first time ever
I'm not afraid to fall.