I know each one of us has a moment in our lives,
  a moment when we make regrets.
Like,
"Why the hell did I do that?"
"What was I thinking?"
And later we abuse ourselves with punishment good enough to repay for what happened.

We all know the word ship
Like when you pair these two people together
Now I've settled down with many ships
And some of them be fictional
While others involve existent people
I wish they stay together
But I know the harsh reality
But some of them really do
And that ship sails far away

Who says depression
Must be gray?

It's not

I see red
In the blood
From my cuts

I see,
Blues, greens, purples
In the bruises
From the
"Accidents"

I see white clearness
In the tears
From the sadness

I see orange and yellow
From the hot
Bursts of pain

So take it from me,
Depression
Is not simply
*Gray

What is romance?
Is it like a dance?
Moving and swinging
Swaying and spinning
To the melody of the song
Our movements so strong
We move as one
Until the song is done
We may change our partner
Or end up alone in the corner
Or continue moving
Ourselves blooming
To this dance we do
Something for me and you

I talked to a stranger
It was a gross conversation
But nevertheless fun
Talked about lewd things
Ended up with learning new stuff
I'd keep in mind
That green conversation we had
Could it be useful
For other stuff

I talk to myself.
Always in the bathroom
  to my reflection in the mirror.
Sometimes even laughing,
  sometimes even crying.
I don't think it's weird.
I'm sure there are others like me
    Or maybe not?

The greatest poet's never tried to get known,
They were the modern day loser!!!