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 Apr 2022
You are more than
the fear that holds you back.

You are more than
the sorrow that you carry within.

You are more than
the pain that keeps you away
from yourself.

You are more than
the anger that consumes you.

You are more than
you think you are.
 Mar 2019
I am broken
I've finally snapped
What was holding me together
Is almost gone
Though I thought it may stick forever
I am broken
I feel the pain
My past thoughts have become vain
The way I feel, is considered
The way I act, is that of a broken man
This was not my plan
To be in agony
I don't want to deal with it angrily
I feel trapped by the gravity
In this hell ridden galaxy
I start to see the vanity
Of this reality
My anger and insanity
My depression and my humanity
It's all been revealed
I may never be healed
I am broken
My words are now outspoken.
 Jan 2019
Elizabeth Zenk
If I was supposed to
be defined by grades on
a paper, or by words in
a dictionary

I wouldn’t have
been born human.

If I was supposed to
be confined by margins
on an essay, or by stars
on a flag.

I wouldn’t have
the ability to create.

If I was supposed to
be defined by hatred
to my name or by my
disgraceful past.

I wouldn’t have
been born me.
 Jan 2019
to show you
would harm you.

to tell you
would break you.

the light never gets
to see darkness
because the darkness
is afraid of the light
and so am i
with you.

so please
leave me
 Aug 2018
i touched your soul
and scribbled my name on it
love, you’ll never get lost again
 Jun 2018
I wiped the slate clean
No strings
No attachments

I don’t need those things
 Sep 2017
The side of the bed on which you used to lay
Is the spot that, lately, I've chosen to stay

Embracing a body pillow to cope with being lonely
And the knowledge that you simply don't want me

The side of my bed on which you used to lay
Is a place I couldn't stand to see another stay

Those songs now only remind me I'm alone
So I deleted them; SoundCloud is gone

The side of the bed on which you used to lay
Is where I've been these past few days
Still, I chase others away
On your side, I think I'll stay
 Sep 2017
I could love you and hold you close
Make magic out of these memories
You wouldn't deny my offered dose
Or make a mess of my mental faculties

Dismay in the fact that you don't exist
Perhaps we haven't met yet
All these unfelt feelings that I've expressed
Perhaps we haven't met yet

I should put more merit behind youth
More merit behind these anomalies
To others in this world, we'd remain aloof
And to the stress that accompanies

It's out there; I know you exist
We probably haven't met yet
All the unfelt feelings that I've expressed
We probably haven't met yet

Past flames on which I've burnt myself
We're not fireproof or flame retardant
Flings condensed to pages idling on my shelves
Feelings like prisons from which we're pardoned

Wondering aimless; we both exist
We just haven't met yet
Unfelt feelings that'll be expressed
We just haven't met yet

Feeling less lonely when feeling together
Being held close and not by empty arms
Text me; call me doll whenever
I'll protect you from any harm

I think I'll love you; I know you exist
*We just haven't met yet
 Sep 2017
Becoming enough for you still isn't possible in the slightest..

Even when I'm sleeping and I'm dreaming at my wildest..

You claim to no longer have any love left to be harnessed..

Of all the pills I've swallowed, this has been one of the hardest..
 Sep 2017
Jay Lewis
I still have the stuffed toy that you once gave me.
I kept your shirt in my dresser honey.
When I get depressed,
I hold it and think of you.
What happened to us?
I don't have a clue.

I miss the way that you use to call my name,
When other guys say it,
well it doesn't sound the same.
Now I'm here in this mind maze,
caught in a web of deceit.
You write such beautiful poetry about things that could be.

While you brushed it off,
I tied the knot in the rope that you handed me.
Yeah you smiled a lot,
I began to choke on my jealous.
While you were out with all your friends,
I was patiently waiting for my life to end.

We were inseparable,
Joint at the hip.
But now I'm drinking so much it makes me sick.
Where did it all go so wrong?
I thought you were the one.

We were inseparable.
Now you can barely look at me.
It hurts so much that I wasn't enough, you never even tried to chase me.
It's plain to see you never really loved me.
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