Let these words
Slip of my tongue
And hang in the air
Like smoke
Let them
Become something you crave
More than the nicotine
That poisons your body
Make them your addictions
That thing you need at two in the morning
The thing you can't stop thinking about
Let these words off my tongue
Hanging in the air
Breath them in
Let them take over your body
Get your high
Off my words
Let my tongue be your addiction

There are stories in your eyes.

I never told you how
sometimes I fell asleep
with the thought that you
were perhaps the moon-

always disappearing
with the dawn.

Depression.
Love.
Death.

Depression loves death.
Love depresses death.
But death can never depress love.

her heart is like a candlelight
dancing in the wind
he pushes his lips together
and she falls down, as he sinned

I just want to be noticed and loved as well