Babe,
I love you.
I know that things seem perfect
But im not.
I never was.
See,
I wished upon a life
That could not be achieved
I love you.
Your face
Eyes
Everything
I know ive said it a million times but
Im curious to know
have you accepted it yet?
Because no matter how many times
I say it
You just kind of roll your eyes
Give a slight smile
And kiss me ever so gently.
Babe,
You wanted a poem
And i didnt want to write it just yet
Because i was waiting for the right words.
These words,
Though never enough to describe you
Finally sailed to me.
Babe,
You make me a poet
You are my inspiration for all happy words
You are happy.
So **** cute
And even a bit sassy too.
I cant tell you
How glad i am to have met you
Beauty surrounds you.
Ita so strange that you are with a skrub like me...
But life doesnt always come out with a direct explenation, does it ***?
Babe,
So sweet and kind.
A man like me should not have a girl like you.
But when i roll over in bed,
There you are.
You hold me so tight.
I lose my sight
But dont mind.
You are all i need to see.
All i want
All i need
Babe,
This is for you.
I love you

Getting mad at a persons wrist is like screaming in a deaf mans ear
Both will not help and is usless to try

I am the monster hiding under your bed
I am the dark soul ripping you thread by thread
I am the depression that is taking over you
So you can take as much mebs
But you will never destory me
You created me
You made me strong by you being weak
You were the cause of this haunting
This may not be what you wanted
But darkness comes right after you flip the switch

Leaves scratched
on their arduous journey
to the forest floor

A glimpse into the mirror
reveals fresh creases crossing
over the corners of my mouth—
lines written in immutable ink;
I try not to linger

crumbling upon a bed
scarcely bearing its title,
strewn with lonely sheets;
I bundle them against my chest
using rougher hands than I had left

"Hold my hand" my mom used to say
She used to protect me.
Used to be there for me.
But see,
As all children do,
I grew up.
I grew angry
Because
She wasn't there
When I needed her.
Where was her hand
When dads hand was beating my face.
Where was her hand
When dad made sure I couldn't  move.
I used to think mommy will save me.
Nope.
She just watched
Not a day passed that she helped.
She was turned.
Mommy
Failed
Little
Zachary.
Now I've grown to know that I have no mom.  No dad .
Just distant memories of what life could be, and the fear it gives.
I am not an orphan.
I am an example
Of what life can offer
and what it *can't