you,
                         drowned,                                                      
  ­ me,      
                and,
now i'm trying to get...*                 **sober,

I love'd you,
with open hearts,
your love,
was* **stimulating.

I want to film,
the bee,
inside my broken *window,

I wanted to help,
but,
People need more than words.

and you,
hit.
with open fists.
instead of,
closed palms.

and I thought that,
somewhere inside us,
we held love,

but it had gotten misused,
by you,
and love crumbled.

and hope,
for you to stop,
led you to close,

open palms,
into closed ones,
and mutate bruises,
on flesh.

and threw away all hope,
like the key,
to love,

she owned scars,
but also owned,
the best,
sweater collection,

hit.
with open *fists.

like *maybe,

you're open,
to *stop,

Life is hard
don't let yourself get down,
stand proud,