“We are poets.
  We don’t cry,
  We bleed on paper”

Yet again my heart's been broken.
I cried on the inside when you said I'm just a joke.
I willingly let my heart get broke.
I fell into the trap.
Only to come back feeling like crap.
Every time I see your face,
I break down but keep a smile on my face.
I remember all those kind words you said.
I remember how my face would turn red.
But now I'm broken, crying in bed.
Trying to get over all those fake words you said.
All I ever wanted was love but when I open up, my heart gets broke.

I spent 5 years suffocating
And 3 years resuscitating

When will this story end?

I want to know if she lives
-recovery

the wind swirled around us in circles,
and the orange leaves fell around us,
a soft tornado of orange dismay,
and everyone around us fades,
it’s just you in my embrace,
diamond tears falling,
ticking time bomb,

there’s nothing worse than knowing how it all ends.