For somebody who thinks
I shouldn't be here
Its awkward to say
I believe you do
Guess I have to start
Listening to my own mouth

I wisheth to waltz
On the lunar sphere
And stretcheth amongst
The stellar lights

Just taketh mine own handeth
Do lie thy headeth
On mine own chest
And we couldst floateth f'rev'r

I'm chasing you for love
And I don't think it's all your fault
I get too attached
Pretend like this is mine to have
Its not though
...

Show me how
To love myself
And I'll make
The world yours

Show me you
Actually want me
And I'll give
Myself to you

Standing
At a fork
In the road
Wishing
That the answer
Would come quickly

Breakthrough
Found at the
Bottom
Or in depressive
Basements
Don't waste away
The days
For a dead man can't
Be saved

It only seems fitting
That the first poem of this series
Was one of heartbreak
And that the last poem
Be one of happiness and hope

So here's to you
For taking a chance
On a hopeless romantic
Here's to the journey
We are embarking on
And here's to whatever happens
Along the way.

Fin.
(Of the Numbered Series)

Here's a toast
To the nights
That ruined me
To the people
Who left my world
To the days
When I wasn't broken

Here's a toast
To all of those
And my ghost

I hear the axe
Hitting what is me
I can't move
Or scream
I can only watch
As you
Chop chop chop
Till I fall down
And then suddenly
I'm below you

Gave my breath
To what I had left
In the dark with a cigarette
An empty bed
And just one barrette
I hope you get some rest
Gave you my best
I know I won't forget
Our melancholic duet

Can I be honest now?
Not like you care anyways
Have I made you proud?
Had to sell my soul
Just to make it out
I lived in your hell
Changed and yet I still drink
From the poisoned well

You left a note

Never heard your cries
You weren't singing
Never was a lullaby

You were bled dry
Ate completely alive
I never saw it

You left a note

"Find what you love
And let it **** you"

I had found what I loved
And yet it refuses to show me mercy

I doth not knoweth
What m're I couldst sayeth
To changeth our loveth
Thy tears
Mine own blood
We has't both poured
M're than enow
To filleth cups ov'r
Thy eyes
Mine own lips
Has't spoken enow
To filleth books ov'r

Am I enough?
The anxiety crept in
Is this happiness?
The depression slept in

I let your eyes beg me to stay
You let me drift back into your arms
Only to push me away
Not too long after

Lost in your eyes
Akin to standing
In a field of wheat
The curves in your face
Reminds me of something like
Venus de Milo
I focus so desperately
On things like that
And everytime I reminisce
I get lost just to
Lose a little bit more

I live in my own creation
Or I live in a godless simulation
Eh, its about the same.

I can't feel a thing
I hope you're wishing
It was still your hands
Wrapped around my throat
I'm so ******* numb
I hope you're wishing
It was still your body
Intertwined with mine

i hope
you find the way out
a way to not let your system
be so nervous

i hope
you find the way to walk
a way to live in peace
and not be so torn up