Weep with words
And not with tears

I know you’ve been broken
and your scars remind you of the fear
of all the hollow words spoken
they’ve come to destroy you, my dear.

I’ve never met someone
Who could breathe life into me
And take my breath away
At the same exact time
Then I met you

Depression visits often

He’s the kind of guy
Who doesn’t wipe his
Shoes before entering
And leaves traces of
Himself through out
The house

He keeps to himself
But you can always
Find him washing down
His doubts with cheap wine
Or writing a love poem
That never gets delivered

When it’s time for him
To leave, he usually
Prolongs his goodbyes, but
When all is said and done
He quietly sneaks out
Without me noticing

Even though he’s gone
I leave a key under the door mat
Because I know he will
Be back soon.

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

I don't fear death
But I do fear the death of others
I'm a lover of life
But I know it won't last forever
I've come to accept this
When we entered this world
We secretly agreed to die
One of the many rules of life