Your favorite color is green
But my eyes will always be brown

think about him all the time
obsess, mull, chew on
think about how he loved her more
about how he was never happy with you
about how he used you

see other people being happy
wish for the same feeling
know that you won't ever be that way
god never gave you the ability
long for that bliss

eat alone, sleep alone, be alone
loneliness was never optional
make it your home
your bed, your living room
make it your kitchen floor with cold tiles and ***** socks


think about him again
and again and again and again
think about him leaving
and think about him loving her instead
and think about his smile with the dimple on the left side

think about what it was like to be happy
and don't go back

the sun is setting.
i point my gaze to the sky
and wait for the moon.

as the moon rises,
the words in my throat do, too.
i hope you love me.

They say you don't know what you have until it's gone.
But what about the people that do know?
The people that just have to sit there waiting and watching helplessly as the only thing that's keeping them from going insane is walking away from them.
Isn't it much worse for them?

I am not tired
but I am living for the moment
when I turn off the lights and cover the digital clock

my room a haven of crystal tar darkness
a sudden still
my body strangled by the heavy warmth of sheets
under which even the throbbing of my wrists- the price I pay- seems none too deep

comfort and ease
no responsibility in dreams
my breath slows and the stars explode

a butterfly kiss from Death


Until sunlight stabs my eyes wide open
sending me through the motions of another day
throughout which my soul longs for sleep

the choir sings a lullaby in a language I don't need to understand

Obsession

Love spins tangled webs
Truth sets free the unwilling
Trapping the blind ones


Psychosis

Voices unwelcome;
Torture rings through delusion-
Comfortably numb.


Helpless

The dark of sky falls
Stars struggle to shine through it
As hope does when lost


Envy

To find a sweet bird
To sing the sweetest soul song
But not to your soul

Depravity

A passion called forth
So clawed in and smothering
The light left her eyes


Apathy

Grim thoughts pull tightly
Red lines flow in a river  
The last cut, deepest.


Loss

Petals of thought fall
The wind scatters emotions
To the ends of earth