Is it bad?
If I'm happy when you're not here?
Is it bad?
If I don't want you near?
Is it bad?
If I don't care?
Is it bad?
That you don' t play fair?
Please tell me,
Would it be bad?
If I didn't love you?
Anymore?

I've always been Afraid of Love,
With good reason to.
Love defeats Hate
And Hate powers Destruction.
Love Dies and Hurts People.
They say,
Love Heals Wounds
But
Love makes Wounds,
Too.
He was Different-
It Felt.
But now he's Not-
It Feels.

She's always Writing.
Always in her notebook.
She could be Pretty.
But
She never looks at People.
Always her face straight.
Her deep blue eyes glazed over.
Always in Another World.
People always Laugh and Whisper.
They Don't Understand.
They Don't Know.

so high
the air
cuts at my lungs
and
my head spins
and
my heart beats faster
and
I'm taking very
short
breaths
and
bright
lights
dot
across
my
vision
and
I
can't
do
anything
but
write
lines,
wo­rds,
l
e
  t
   t
    e
     r
      s.

s
o.

h
i
  g
   h.

t
o
  o.

h
i
  g
    h.

and
       the
             black bird
                               sits.

I have Lost My Writing.
I have Lost My Soul.
I have Lost My Hope.
You said you Found Me,
But You didn't.
Please don't let me Loose You.

When I'm not Writing
I'm Dying.
And lately You don't Care.

My Poems aren't for You
My Poems aren't for Them
My Poems aren't for Someone
but a Something
a Me
not a You