Becoming her was strange
I knew what i had done
I'll never fix your brain
I'll never be the one

So please, stop writing poetry
I know that you're in pain

If i could...
I'd take it all away.

We'll never fix your brain

Standing
On the edge of a pier
I walk, I always walk
Never eager for it to end
But soon
Even if I crawl
It will end
It has to end
For it is here
Soon, it will be there
In that place, I do not know
Because the moment I grew
Every time I look back
I'm always looking
For you
Until the day I drown
I will wander, I will wonder
What happened to you?

Sometimes
people
end up
alone.

Sometimes
It's by
choice.

Other times
it's because
they're fat,
or ugly.

It's all just numbers, isn't it?
Day by day,
Year by year,
Always counting.

Day by day look at the number on the scales.
Let the caloric calculator count until your head is filled with numbers.

Minute by minute count the seconds it takes for him to text you back.
Let the doubt and fear multiply until your head is full of him.

Term by term let a percentage on a piece of paper define your worth.

Don't we have better things to do than count?

Not much of a poem today I suppose.....
Not all words can be poems...
I wish they were...
But I do think any words can become the sweetest poem, when your eyes read them..
For your eyes are magical and have the meaning of forever...
And any word would like to be reflected on those eyes for an eternity...
Let your eyes make all of us a poem...

the world saved my life
i owe i owe it's off to work i go

I fell in love with a possibility, yet nothing was possible