His eyes are empty.
Have you ever seen a soulless stare?
It leaves you feeling cold inside.

As if he is feeding off your light,
Until you are left alone in the dark.

Am I your weakness, the one you tell yourself you don't deserve.
Or am I just your fix.

"Do I have to," he inquired.
My answer is simple.
No.
I will never force anyone to feel required to be apart of my life.
I want someone who craves my company as I crave theirs.
I want effort.
I want to be wanted.

I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for your time when there wasn't a beer in your right hand.

Half full,
or half empty—
to be broken
and not know
what broke you
is a shattering
thought.

This heart of mine
Is funny
Gives me trouble
Aches
Loves
Burns
Smiles
Handles me well
Reminds me of terror
Is weak
Is full of tenderness
But it’s mine

Even your
Brain needs
Cleaning once in a
While,
Because the bad memories will
Always shine,
While the best are left in
Dust.
But sometimes
My vacuum cleaner
Breaks down.

Just a little poet
Who's always afraid to
Show it.

But then I met you.

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

Stagnant cow brown eyes
a face of blues
embeds tear droplets  on my cheeks
I strive to boost your spirits
all I sense is a hedge between us

I'm a flower, blooming.
The person who takes care of me loves flowers.
I thought I'm the only flower, sadly I'm not special in your eyes.
You watered other flowers all the time.
I was left alone behind the sun flowers.
You've forgotten about me, so I started to wither.
My petals are falling off, help me I said, I'm withering.
I'm not heard or seen, I'm not as beautiful as other flowers.
Little did I know how important you were to me, my life rested in your very hands.
This is what I get for not being a outstanding flower, forgotten.
Helpless I am, I silently wither as others bloom.
I'm a withering flower, and now I'm dead.