my name
a whisper
sweet and warm
just to hear
its  melody
you told
and fill the air
of you

your name
a whisper
sad and painful
just to hear
its melody
a memory
to fill the void
you left

my head scares me
yelling at myself in the car
I am so done
hitting the steering wheel over and over
I am losing it
salt water dripping down cheeks
food
food
food
makes
me hate
myself
it all comes
back to how
I am the problem
why feed the problem
starve the problem
its your choice
fat or thin?
I have so much to be grateful for
I dont know why I feel like this
I am fat
I'm just done

/əˈblivēən/
1. the state of being unaware or unconscious of what is happening.
2. the state of being forgotten.

I fear being forgotten
and I'm afraid
I won't feel it happening.
But
I'm afraid you're
going to be the one to forget about me.

Saying too much is regretful.
Saying too little is poignant.
But what is it when you feel
you've  done both at the same time?
There are words left on my tongue,
shards of sentences I'll never utter
shards that I had to swallow.
They cut deep into my flesh
and my insides turned into
a patchwork of glass, scars and blood.
And yet my mouth is dry,
tired of everything I let slip through my lips
when it should've never seen the light of day
or reached your ears
or reached your heart.
I keep thinking I should've known.
But I shouldn't have.
My mind would've gone mad
had I not released it
of some of its burden.
My heart would've dried out
had I not let
a few drops of your ocean
seep through.

In my dreams,
You are mine.
In my dreams,
You held my hand and said
"Don't let go"
In my dreams,
I touched your cheeks,
As I smile and nod.

In my life,
You are not mine anymore.
In my life,
You dropped my hand,
And said "let go"
In my life,
I kissed your lips,
As I cry and go.

Money is a  driving
           force
              to
the    real   world
        sometimes
                it
              can
bring physical happiness
              but
money garland those
             who
are great  administrators
                and
who knows  how it can
            manage.
they are known as "rich"
              people.

You ignite a fire in my blood that nothing can quell,
for such a perfect angel, you're sure a lot like hell.
And alright I'll admit it, yes to you I lied,
but any hope of a future, well that's surely died.
So go right on and hate me, I'd hate me as well,
but I could never hate you back, if only you could tell.