your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

Daisy flower scented for days
I'll pick you this day
& adore you for days
Your countenance poises celestial
Plaining contours from troubled faces
Regard it in awe
O ye searching men
Feel its serene impression
Piercing trails through each grain
That lies glaze over every staring eye
Fondling pupils taut
In caresses overwhelming
Mellowing all rugged souls tame
Biting every heart's lip
In kissy scenes elating

Daisy flower hear me today
Your company I've longed for everyday,
Won't you be mine all my days? 🙃

So many people
Blowing up my phone
Yet somehow
I still feel so alone

I wonder when the infection started

when did that darkness
in my heart begin to grow

like a vine, wrapping around
my arteries, until it became them

blood flow cut off,
until I couldn’t feel my fingers

was I always this cold to the touch?

freezing to the point that
I may as well have been a corpse

depression, they call it

darkness
despair
death

it pulls at my veins, like a tug of war

and it wins, every time

Line by line, I recite the words in my head.
A sword to their mighty pen,
changing me into something I don't want to be.
Making me question me.
And I desist but give.
And receive nothing but heartache.

Why is it that I can't seem to remember the heartache.
Why can I forget but not forgive.
Is it possible to always be in wrong.
To always be the one to cause trouble.
To be the caught in the web but not eaten.
I see it coming, its legs moving, my body itching like it's already touching me.

And I still give.
And they still don't see it.
What morphs their view of me?
Is it the pain etched across my face that they comprehend to be...
What do they comprehend it to be?

"Just smile more often."
And I recite it again.
And still continue to give, in the hope to receive one day; something that might fill this void of infinite benevolence.

If you marry a Poet
He will take you to the world
In his words, wrapped in his thoughts
He'll show you to the world
Painted in lines worthy of nobles

If you marry a Poet
Your life will never be the same
When dawn draws, he'll be your lullaby
He will invade your sleep
And write you letters from the soul

If you marry a Poet
He'll poetically hypnotise you
Shower you with love in abundance
And make you the cynosure of all eyes
Just try dating a Poet

If you marry a Poet
Just sit back, relax and watch
He will prepare dinner for you
On the pages of paper
Inked with different sauce and spices

If you are dating a Poet
You'll be his inspiration, his world
Without whom he will be incomplete
If you eventually marry a Poet
You'll live happy ever after

i don’t feel like her
the one trapped beneath the grid
they keep loving
the same old ****

delicate line
from top to bottom
firmly posed

these identifiers of allure
is a pain I can no longer endure

touchy subject
wish I didn’t have to write about it
it’s eating through our souls
til we take on the shape of her
that’s the only goal

pathetic