My thinking is in bold,
but my words in lower-case.

She dreams in italics,
but,
unfortunately,
speaks in CAPITALS.

when i swallowed your pill
it scorched my throat
i couldn't swallow for a year

my voice was hoarse
i couldn't speak
and i realized my greatest fear

i decided not to revenge myself
no that's not my style
i concluded you needed my help
to relieve some earthly burdens for awhile

the next time you ask for a light
from the ranks of anonymity
i will belch fire per your request
into the general proximity

you won't have to wax your upper lip anymore
and those tweezers can be retired
just consider it a kind deed from a friend
no thanks required

her footprints
in my garden
every time I see
a drizzle
from my eyes..

Suicide is a
plea for
attention...
So how many
times do I have to
fling myself
from every
cliff I see?
How many
times should
I cut myself into pieces?
Do I have to
hang myself
right before
your eyes
just so
you'd hear the plea
of my broken heart?

*Loving someone who will never love you back is like committing suicide every time you see him smile, how every laugh can make you bleed because you it wasn't for you. IT WILL NEVER BE YOU

I found a mask in my attic.
It was just laying there.
It's rather erratic,
finding a mask somewhere.

There was a note attached.
It read 'One size fits all; one per person'.
So, after I had my fill of my head being scratched,
I decided to try to wear this mask void of emotion.

But it did not fit.
With my confusion awoken,
I could not wear it,
Despite what the note had spoken.
I assumed it to be broken.

But upon closer inspection,
I made a detection.
The space of the mask had been taken,
By something much more potent.
Leaving me less then content.

I am torn between loving and unloving you;
Burning bridges and closing doors
Or jumping into the void
And perhaps;
Learn how to fly.