help me.
for if you
unleash me
upon myself
i would melt the heavens
and you’d freeze in hell.

If you give too much,
     love can hurt you.
The emptiness
   that drowns you
whenever she doesn't care
  everytime you knock on her door
without her knowing
   you'd go an extra mile for her....

But love will always be random
  Maybe in places you never know
Or
  She might be next door....
just waiting
  for you to come over

She died drunk as desolation
played her a gentle hymn
with flies crawling from under her tongue
and leaving her to her grave.

My tears made spots in
the dirt on her face,
we were in love with the chase of
highs we no longer attained.

Like sunken bug bites on her arm
with cuts all along her thigh,
I couldn't keep her from harm so we
cried through the nights as our highs
damaged us as much as the lows.

One day she moved no more,
having begged and beaten on the door
for too long till her hands were bruised,
and her soul failed her after so much disuse.