I wonder how dangerously
my thoughts would roam
If I didn’t tie them down
to a piece of paper.

Lost is my will.

I loved you
and you loved me
it wasn't perfect
but that was the key

What does the number 7 stand for in life?

7 chances?
7 missed calls?
7 slow songs?
7 heartbreaks?
7 tears?
7 forgotten memories?
7 words never said?
7

I did love him.

Night is such a dangerous time
Darkness is when the truth emerges
No longer distracted by the superficial joys
that grace us during the daylight hours
We are forced to face our demons and
delve into self reflection
Night is when I miss you most
Surrendering to the loneliness and
realization of my mistakes
Night is such a dangerous time.

I miss the past.

You were once the love
who energized me
but like a dying battery
you began to drain me
and I had to let go.

Moral compass, error 404.

The best poems
are the shortest ones

Love isn't always enough.

Loneliness is a sign
you are in desperate
need of yourself.

You can't break what's already b
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“Yeah I’m very sorry,” he said
after he spread my legs and ****** me.