******,
Depressed,
And not someone who'd like to meet you.
Except,
I don't show any of that.
So, I'll still greet you.
Especially if your pretty,
Or listen to cool music.
I'm pretty picky about who I share my secrets with.
Or overly nice,
Or interested in me.
As long as you have time to talk.
You could be anyone.
Even "an angry lesbian,
With a loaded gun."
Just as long as you listen to me,
I'll be happy.
So I'm sorry if my vulgarity,
And depression overwhelms you,
I promise it's not meant too.

Dead skin and dirt under crescent shaped keratin claws
I'll take a shower- fix the problem, but
Sin isn’t grime, and pain isn’t filth
and the lines on my arms
aren’t a map
directing you anywhere
but you’ll trace them from my wrists to my eyes and you’ll
wonder

Stay in bed
Close the blinds
**** the lights
Listen to your breathing
Listen to a faint pulse
Listen to blood gushing through your ears
Listen to your head
The thoughts you can't describe
The blood in your ears
And try to breathe
But anxiety lays on you like a heavy blanket
And your chest heaves to no avail
Blood in your ears
Get up and move but there's no where to go
Limbs are too heavy
Blood in your ears
Pulse elevating
Suffocating under some invisible demon
Gasping, gasping
Blood
in
your
ears.

When you're on the hunt for your own blood,
You'll beg hypochondria to **** you.

I met you through circumstances
I've never imagined
To fall in love with you.

I first noticed your ****** eyes
Then your high husky voice
That I didn't forget.

It's not love at first sight
That I'm sure of
It's unexpected love.

You added me in Facebook
I chatted you and you replied
Gave your number and said goodbye.

At night we texted
At dawn we called
At sleep we smiled.

The love grew
Burning like a fire
So sudden it sparks.

I did everything
Just for you
I didn't regret.

To lay my trust and love
To make my dreams with you
That gives me reason to linger.

But in the end
Our love is
Unfortunate.

It arrives at the wrong time
It breaks friendship
It bends trusts.

To leave me
To not choose me
To think I'm not the right one.

Was it better for
Our love
Not to exist at all.

Than to feel feelings
Of despair, of misery
And of disappointment.

To end things up
So bitter was how I feel
So wasted were those times.

Cause it's not the feelings that hurt
Not the time that were misused
But the expectations that were not realized.