The words that spill onto these pages
Harm more than they heal

A constant reminder of the lost loves
And the many mistakes we’ve made

But, in order to heal from these wounds
We have to learn to accept them

If the label on a bottle of poison were more pretty,
More people would choose it over the ugly antidote.
This is a problem we face,
When the vision is blurry.

I hate you,
stupid mind of mine.
Why can't you let me go out and shine?
Instead,
You'd rather hold me back in the past.
All I want, is for these thoughts to end at last.

She didn’t believe him
When he called her
Beautiful
She didn’t mind
That the visible notches
Of her spine
Worried him
When he ran his hands
Down her back
He could feel every connection
Wrapped tightly in sinking skin
And despite the imperfections
He still believed
That she was a masterpiece
Crafted for the world to see

Supposedly, I gave you a horrid tone,
Expressing of one who's "grown."
Maybe if you treated me unlike a drone,
I wouldn't feel so alone.
I feel like I can't even be at home,
Why would you want that for me..

Promise me
When my hands begin to tremble
You’ll place your hand in mine
When my eyes become hollow
You’ll gaze into them
When I’m at a loss for words
You’ll kiss me so the silence
Can speak for the both of us.