Hold me close to your chest,
and slit my throat

With my final gasp of air,
i'd say "i'm sorry for staining your shirt"

A soft "Hello"
I bask in your everglowing light, a soft comfort
A silent dance, steadfast companions
Midnight haunts in your absence

A blazing embrace
The radiance with which you shine, energises swiftly
Fluttering heat, an enamoured connection
Without you the days a waste

Stop! I could've swore I put that jar on the top shelf, not the second.
Stop! I can't concentrate, that picture is slightly skewed to the left.

My brain's flying at hyper speed back away, trust me you don't wanna ride this one with me.

My mind's a playground for sleep demons and time thieves. An endless land of madness and do as you please.

A never ending time bomb, where a cup left on the counter is deadlier than a gun.

My fountain pen
Has gone dry,
But when I dipped it in ink
For a second try
I couldn't utter
What I needed to
Nor what I wanted to

You beat up yourself
militarizing doubts.
but I can offer you
some good armor.
I give many pieces
but you must equip them.
Please hear and equip
because my heart is breaking for you.

-
U + Me equals to a mathematical problem
Solve for x but there's no answer at the bottom
Believe me I tried calculating the variables
But no matter what, the answer is still unattainable
Y you ask? Because this equation is unexplainable
-
Remember the X you told me not to worry about
Yeah the one you said left a mark
I know you still see him in the dark
He still is the flame in your life
And I guess that makes me just a spark
-
But I'm not perfect
There was a X I had to subtract
I told you I did just so you don't overreact
But as our arguments multiplies
Our attention to solve this problem divides
I am no mathematician but
The sum just don't add up and after so many tries
Maybe it's about time to say our final goodbyes
-
Lowkie ®

Twisted trunk sprouting
A cracked land of poisoned soil
Life peers curiously
Crawling up from a recluse beneath
Life will reclaim

A song rising over a sea
The curses of angry waves
Soothed under a melody
Drawing a heart to the beach

you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.