every kiss, every touch
it strums my heartstrings, baby
has it been a day? or an eternity?
time melts when i'm with you

I asked her why she cut herself,
and she said,
"Because death has an edge
and life is pointless."
She asked that I not
write a poem
romanticizing suicide,
just a poem about
how hard it can be
to celebrate life.

the scars on my wrist, they never lasted
it's as if they knew they were vulnerable

yet every little line of hate is visible on my thigh
it's as if they knew they were a well kept secret

The clouds may linger and the rain still falls
but a shift in the air proves to bring warmer drops

A seed falls to the ground and buries itself
soon to grow into something new and beautiful

I turned my head to you just to watch the way you breathe
only to find that you were already looking towards me

Seasons change and with it, people
I'm just glad spring has brought you

Coffee mug rims stained red
Either from her lips or from her blood
They line the cabinets of the room
I used to find myself in with you

The brew in the *** is three days cold
The fridge no longer is
The dishes stacked in an unruly mess
And I find myself at home in the dirt

Please come back

7 oclock
I pull up to the house where the party is at
Which happens to be your house
And I can see that the place is packed
But I already know that no matter how many people are in those rooms
I will be alone

9 oclock
2 hours and only four shots in
And I am not yet drunk enough to be having a good time

11 oclock
I saw you looking at me from across the room
And maybe it was just the alcohol
But I could've swore I saw longing in your eyes

1 oclock
I left without saying goodbye
Because I knew if I opened my mouth around you my lips would carry themselves to yours

2 oclock**
I couldn't stop thinking of you on my ride home
And I hated myself for avoiding you
The crash of metal against metal that filled my ears was surprisingly enough to make my thoughts stop