Sharp whips on soft skin,
Pores filled with pain,
*pleasure

Captures hearts, with words from your lungs. Gasping captivating waves, as the tides come in and out. I look out to shore but don't see my....captain.

It's the kind of puking that you don't recover from, when you're hunched over the trash can and you have enough time to side glance and admire your spine in the mirror you forgot to clean. * if I go over the lines one more time they'll blow out* I tattooed your abuse inside the medicine cabinet, where I go to meet Jesus every Tuesday night. When Friday seems to far away, and your fist so close. It's not just a memory this is a legacy. Trash can duets.

4:09 am and I'm not sleeping. Wide awake, wrists open but not quite bleeding. Mind ****** by man vs nature. A young child battles against wits & wagers. I fall in between, because neither of us are sleeping.

before you'll able
to help
others...

understand your
pain first and
confide
to
your
inner
being...

upon listening
you'll reflect
your own,
by then
you can
be connected
to their heart strings...

empathy is a blessing
as it is a burden.
it hurts you more
than it pains them...

just stay
on a steady
phase,
then you'll be
okay...

One day you'll see,
You deserve roses than flowers.
One day, you'll be
The one who will be the reason for someone to spend their loyal hours
One day, you'll smile in glee,
Because you let love purely
as it should be.
One day, you'll know,
That it's not that bad to heal and grow,
Because one day you'll realize
And you'll witness it through your eyes,

That loving yourself once more wouldn't hurt you.

Rather, it would only bloom you.

A moment with you,
my dear,
is enough.
One sip of you fills my soul
but, oh, how I wish
I could drink the whole cup.

I traded in my bad habit for another.
Ciggerates between my lips, instead of forks & food. Either way, it still burns.