(she)

she was just a speck of earth-
a careful girl
in a sea of careless people;
musing back and forth,
with broken flowers at her feet.
she mumbled obsolete rhymes
and whispered sonnets to the wind
the lyrics faded, the air was mute,
the entire world became her nook.


(he)

he was an empty shell
with his heart hanging askew
underneath his worn out sweatshirt
and scarred skin.
he bartered love for nothing
gave up songs for none
wrote poetry for a broken girl,
who's in love with a broken man.

Wake up,

hide the tears,

put on the smile,

ignore the weight of depression,

cheer others up,

act silly,

come home,

cry,

repeat.

When I am sad
I get quiet

simple

Shake a little
on the inside
leaking to my hands

I get sad a lot
Hands shaking so I can barely write
Off somewhere inside
to some distraction
computer, ****, sleep, TV

There are no veins to open
words to fight
drugs to fix

Dying has a long-term contract

When I get sad
I get quiet

simple

Did you smoke a cigarette?
No darling, why would I ever do that?