How could i not say those words when they fit perfectly into a sentence about you,
to you.
I love you. See? Isn't it perfect?
I just want you. I want you so bad,
not just to taste your lips on mine
but to get to hear you say it back.
“I love you”.
Could you say that?
I dream of what it would sound like,
if I said that and you said that back.
But only what ifs.
For you have someone, and once again,
it tears me apart to see.
That you could be so happy with someone
that's not me.

the drugs you take are
waring off
onto me.
I get high
at the sight
of you.
your eyes stare into mine
and I realize
that  this devil
staring back,
is the reason I lack
words.
for he is stealing the breath from my lungs
with his tongue
and my angels
are let free by his demons,
and in his dark look, I am lost.
now my innocence is forever gone.

Unrequited.
that is my love for you.
one-sided.
single-minded.
you never listened
but I did.
I listened carefully to the beats of your
heart
when no one thought it existed.
I listened,
to the silence between us.
to the touches of your love,
no one else witnessed.
yet
it meant nothing. it was unrequited.
a fantasy, world of imagery,
I made up, with no one at fault but me.

just one bullet,
      one gun.
            no safety on.
            end it all.
   or just relapse.
decisions.
     always deciding.
             life.
                escaping it
           not possible.
    but at least, pain
makes you gain
      that one moment,
            of peace.

packing up into one corner
and crying tears
away for no one to see.
no one to witness.
that is life, packing.
packing your plans into a suitcase
and spreading them around
the world.
packing in the emotions
that maybe this world won't want to see.
packing up all the beautiful memories
for when they leave.
packing away the things you are afraid to admit,
or the hobbies one may find unattractive.
but one time, one word, one day.
a day for unpacking.
all the words and tears,
memories, emotions
and feelings so tightly packed away.
unboxed, for the world.