Take another hit,
another sip-
just for that ******* second
of gorgeousness.
When what you knew was never there
besides another fight,
Escape becomes your only chance and
Drugs become your right.
The worst thing is
I know they're mine
and I even see the signs-
when all I have is crumbling-
when ***** is divine.
I'm losing thought
And everything
I thought that I would need-  
It hurts me every time
I wake
and every time I see.

one day
your soul will break.
You will be
forsaken.
deserving of nothing,
no home,
no skin for
blistered bones.

He smells like
The colors of
A saturated midnight
Ocean.
As he walks past,
The impression of rich
Hints
Of jasmine, violet,
Chilly blues,
And tiny sips of grey
Wash over me.
The boy could drown
Himself
In the depth of
His hues.

Let me sink
As your own
Little ship
Of half-drawn cannons
And frowning lips.

Ill be your little ghost
If you can keep the light intact
We were children playing games
Until the moonlight turned it's back
please, just let me be
You tore at silence
to diminish what I lacked.
A myth, you stripped
The little ghost of what
small things she still had.