Our love was like those cigarettes you smoked,
so hot it can put a hole in your heart,
the smoke fills our veins and we began to choke,
and the cigarette died before the fire could start.

if you got a chance
to read my poems,
i wonder
will you ever know
that these poems
are written by
thinking of you???
will you ever say
these poems
are lovely???
for i know
these are lovely
as these are
written for you...

I perceive no beauty
In the rising of the sun
No peace in caressing sweet breezes
Being only one

The colors of my world
Simply described
Are muted black and gray
Upon my weak frail shoulders
The mantle of loneliness lay

My ears no longer recognize
Lovely odd melodies
Of singing evening birds
Silent
Motionless
I utter not a word

The  twisting worn paths I travel
All eventually seem to be the same
There are no longer any blue skies
Only cold dark daggers of rain

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Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Tammy M. Darby  Dec. 26, 2013

If you asked me how much you meant to me a few months ago,
I'd say you were the treasured flowers that occupied my vase,
You're now the dead leaves I step on.
You used to be my favourite sweater keeping me safe and warm,
You're now the discarded blanket stuffed in my drawers, failing to keep the nightmares away.
You've become what I always was to you, nothing.

She wakes up too early
Then does her hair
She doesn’t have breakfast
She doesn’t care
Puts on her make up
She doesn’t like her face
Puts on her smile
She’s still out of place
But inside she’s dying
She’s unbearably insecure
Slashes at her wrist
The pain helps reassure
Blood seeps out
Scarlet and deep
Her breath is shuddering
She doesn’t ever eat
But no one notices
Anything wrong
So she keeps on going
Until she’s gone