everyone
    wants
      to
         leave
           footprints
             that
                last.

i'd
   rather
     leave
       footprints
         that
            are
               worth
                  following.

Signage won't matter
Nor the road paint that you lay
Love is not one way

Life is a mirror
You get what you give
What's held inside
Its what you feel
What's on your mind
Its what you dream
What you believe
it's the mirror of life
Its poetry

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

do you have moments, where you can’t imagine a future?
you’re lying there, staring at the
same walls
same ceilings
same words
with nothing but the same feelings-
empty and pale,
like there’s no reason to go on,
when you can’t even do enough to fail.
the future is coming, but you don’t want to be in it,
can’t imagine yourself in it.
where you just want to stop.
everything.
and just sit there for a while.
maybe not death, as that’s too permanent,
but something close to it.
when you can feel the rope around your neck,
the razor on your wrist,
the way the pills taste.
you can imagine it, and you aren’t sure if it’s what you want,
or just the feelings you imagine it will give you