today i did not get out of bed
today i do not feel like writing poetry,
or finishing my novel,
or being productive

today i am my scars,
today i am my thoughts,
today i am exactly what terrifies me
and makes me not want to
breathe, today

You're my black tar,
My drug,
My ******.
I'm addicted
And I can't get enough.
I'll love you til I overdose,
With your needle still inside me.

the vines must have wrapped around your throat
and tore the life out of you
because now we hardly talk
and when i say i want to die, you simply reply,
"me too."

a feeling unknown that I can't chase without fear
because you are near
creating thoughts I've never had
don't do this to me
every time I think of you, I want to touch your skin
for every poem I've written about him, I've written three about you
getting them out is the hardest part
hello, I love you, and I know your full name
I wear what you gave me to remind me of you
just because you don't think I would doesn't mean I wouldn't
kindly take me
love me
mind my heart
never let me hurt you
or give you the impression I don't want you
perhaps it never will be
quit I won't unless you
relish that you don't feel the same
someday I hope to hold you
taste you on my tongue
until then I will write poetry about you
varying in length and meaning
will you know what I'm thinking?
x rated thoughts I never thought I'd have happen in my dreams
you mean so much to me the way
zero other people do

Wouldn't it be sublime if we could fly
If the world were mine we'd soar 'til we die
Like fairies we'd fly swift as the shadows
Going anywhere that the wind does blow
The fragrance of the fields below give way
Among flowers we the lost ones do lay
Through the forest we the dreamers bring light
Then like phantoms we run into the night
Our scars are no longer there when we dream
We are happy when we dance in Alfheim