My poetry,
is selfish
The dead
never stay dead
Twisting in their grave
No peace for rest
As I sprawl them ungracefully
Across my page
Dragging them from depths unknown
To live once more
Amongst my words.

the smell of the fire
the light of the stars
these are the summer nights
we dream about them often
more then we should
but when they come
we never want them to end
the happiness they bring
to even the saddest of friends
they fill us with joy
for hours on end
but when they're over
we get a little sad inside
and wait until the next
summer time

I'm a sad person
With a messed up mind
I am in a happy place
But I'm so far behind
Away from society
And what they say is 'right'
I do my best to stay away,
on my own path- the future is bright

She was the one pool
where I would happily drown,

you're perfect,
don't change a thing,

but two
simple sentences
resonate within me

"Are you satisfied?"

"No, you haven't kissed me."

"Don't drink your calories—
unless you want to get drunk."

Her eyes trembled with tears

Weakness stretches out,
not searching strength—
for another soul to be
weak with

A heavy languor spilled into the room
all she can think about
is the patterned ceiling,
which was a book for her to read
while entwined in damp blue sheets

1:27 in the morning
Trying to sleep but I'm scared out of my mind
The creatures around me won't stop morning
My bedside is where they've been assigned
Teasing me and tricking me
In their sick twisted game
Everything's okay, they guarantee
Except when I go crazy, I get the blame

When I say I love you more,
I don't mean I love you more than you love me.
I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us,
I love you more than any fight we'll ever have.
I love you more than the distance between us,
I love you more than any obstacle that can try to come between us.
I love you most.