I couldn't write for days
Because the words got
Stuck in my throat and
They sounded sour when
They came out on paper.

I sat forcing my self to
Write a well written poem
But my mind kept spinning
And the clock kept ticking
Making me go quite insane.

I just couldn't seem to put
My thoughts together and form
A decent poem that made sense
not some self pity love letter to
the one who won't love back.

You told me to just stop thinking
So much and write for my self
And not for others and I cried
As I sat there with paper and pen
Confused at why I could write.
h.d.

it was the music,
if it weren't for the music we wouldn't be friends.
she would be alone with nothing but a bottle of anti-
depressants and darkness.
but i am here.
i will always be here and i will never leave her side
because life might not be a bucket of rainbows and
flowers right now but i believe that one day it will be.
and i will be here when that day comes.
and i really hope she never forgets,
it was the music.

the leaves were falling
the way i was falling
for you. //
h.d.

three months ago I saw you,
and God you brought me joy.
you filled my days with happiness,
even though you were just a boy.

two months ago I saw you,
i froze right where I was.
I swore my heart stopped beating,
and I felt that pain
that made me go insane.

one month ago I saw you,
holding someone else's hand.
she smiled and laughed
and I just sighed,
I wander if she knew you lied.

this month I saw you,
roaming aimlessly through the hall,
and for once I didn't run into the wall,
but walked right by like a stranger.
h.d.

maybe i will miss the trees
i thought lying in my bed
for the last time.
after all they were the
only thing that never left.
i hated it here.
nothing but vacant "im sorry"
and transparent dark walls.
but after all these years
i never quite noticed
how much i'd miss the trees.
h.d.