The saddest part about suicide
Is that you’ve died long before
Taking your own life
And because of that
You decide to go
One step further

Insomnia
We meet again
With your clammy hands
Wrapped neatly around
My skin
Conversations with the ceiling
Sharing secrets with the shadows
The night takes me in
But won’t let me out

The shape of her body
Sits still in my sheets
Long after she is gone
I bury my face into my pillow
Where the perfume still lingers
I dream of her next to me
Playing connect the dots
With my freckles
Twirling my hair around
Her fingers
Chest pulsating against mine
The silence is calming
And then she is gone

The light bulbs
Of the body
They can give
And take away light
But always burn the
Brightest in the
Darkest Rooms

I know that words
Shouldn’t hurt me
But you’re mouth
Is a loaded gun
And every bullet
Has my name on it