their scars protrude like mountain ranges
each stretch of fibrotic skin
bears their soul for all to see

but how very few notice
and how fewer reach out

The promises you fed me were empty
leaving me
hungrier than I ever was

Stop watering dead flowers
hoping
that they will grow again

i brought you the moon
but
you wanted all the stars

Cold to the touch
Sharp to the bone

--—— -

Warm as life
Red as
b
  l
    o
      o
         d

Liberate your soul
And unshackle your mind.
You'll be amazed
At the beauty you shall find.

The destructive hail
Destroys the defenseless flowers
Yet,
They will grow again.

Even after all this time
My heart aches to hear your voice.
It beats painfully slow, yearning to see you smile.

Even after all this time
My mind drifts off to the times we shared.
My thoughts , a raging tempest,
Filled with good memories.

Even after all this time
I wonder if you still love me.
If you've forgiven me for the things I've done, the words I've uttered.

Even after all this time
I think about how thi...
that's it;
I stop thinking.

I stop thinking because
I know there's no going back.

I stop thinking because
I know I've broken you beyond repair.

I stop thinking because
I know you want nothing to do with me.

I stop thinking because
I know you've moved on.

surrounding us with a fantasy
we are told is reality

You're
    fat
      ugly
         stupid
             worthless

Suicide?
I think not.
*******

It's nothing*
        You say
As he passionately holds you close.

I remember it like it was yesterday -
The sickly anti-septic smell,
The bright fluorescent-lit room.
The perpetual
beep-beep-beep

Your eyes are closed;
Your face at ease.
But I know,
Under the immaculate facade
Of gentle freckles -
You are in so much pain.

I gently squeeze your hand.

Your eyes open:
A bewitching light-brown.
You smile one of your illuminating smiles -
The kind that would make stars envious.
Your dimples
A perfect compliment to your picturesque features.

Goodbye, my love
                 You whisper.

Your eyes close;
Your face at ease.

I will never forget that icy sound:
The sound of finality.
The undying

**Beeeeep

Life is a prison;
And we all have death sentences.

the bombs and rockets are above us;
but they have forgotten that God is above them