she cried to me last night
i watched
i wished i could hug her tight
get her rid of her plight
i didn't

i watched her cry all day
it hurt
it wasn't that I had a say
seems gloom was at bay
i ran

she is, but it is a blur
i am numb
i distract myself from her
she hurts and i concur

​​she held the gun to her head
i shatter
in the mirror, i have bled
smiles at me with lips so red
i shoot her instead

i fear the dark & the fights
i cry
i can't cope with lonely nights
i rather be with her at sight
our double lives just excites

love, blue passions
spiralling into the night.

we carve ourselves out
of emptiness,
drift where the moon
wanders into the night.

there are no dead leaves,
summer lingers in
the trees, splashes
pools of golden moon
onto the floor.

i can hear your heart-beat,
so soft, so beautiful
that the night whispers
sweet songs to the sky.

I know it is not my place
Yet I read your work and cannot help but wonder
Can you see yourself the way I do
Not just a mess. A horrible person
With honey in their words
Acid on their tongue
Dreams of neverwhere dripping like leaky faucet lips
I cannot help but want to fix with a wrench

the world is dull
the colors less vibrant
until all i can see is gray
and black and white;
i'm struggling to hold onto
the last bit of blue
because i know i won't see
it again for months;
my skin is red everywhere
except the faint pink lines
that are scattered on my body
but please don't try to help me
i like it this way.
the only yellow i see is
the dead flowers next to where
the two halves of my heart lay;
i know i shouldn't cry
but i'm scared of the dark
i just want to be where you are
where all the colors are