How wonderful is it that our bodies love us so much to repair itself when we get a scrape, but we still smoke, eat bad foods, do drugs, and drink.
We do so many bad things to our bodies, but it still loves us and it's never gonna leave.
Just remember the next time someone tries to leave you,  the people who love you the best is the once who try to repair you and not leave.....

My great insanity speaking now , "are you still in love with me?" I weathered out. You looked into my eyes of pure intention,
But your lips went into a frown.
His shaky hands met my weak ones, as he told me he no longer cared.
I could no longer bare, he didn't love me anymore.......

My tears smeared the ink in my journal. All the poems I wrote for you all one ******* mess.....
I tried to make it better but all I did was make it worse.

Maybe that was a metaphor of our love.
I tried so badly to glue our broken pieces

As soon as you left I couldn't  write a thing. My pen ran out of ink and my hand froze with aspiration you would come back.
I have so many Ideas but it's to much to write down.
A part of me doesn't even want to write down your name because you don't deserve my thoughts.
You don't deserve me staying up till 3 am wondering what you're thinking of me.
Do you miss me?
Or was this your plan.

Remember the day your friends were comparing scars? On their arms and upper thighs
They asked you where yours were and you said,
"Inside."
Did they know then, that your scars still burn when you touch them? That if you think about them for too long, you are right there again?
They asked you if they could see yours and you said,
"Sure."

right now coffee is my only salvation,
The black liquid grazing my throat,
Sends me into chaos,
Now that you're  gone,
The only time I feel alive
Is when it's 4.am,
and coffee is helping my insomnia

I have covered the mirror
With notes and quotes

Painted the white walls
With acrylic and oils

Washed my spotless car
Repeatedly

Aired my apartment
Completely

I have written words
On wingspans

Carved phrases
Into his hands

Burned candles
Down to nothing

And left lights on
To hear the buzzing

I eyed my reflection
As I swore:

"I do not love him
Anymore"

I found him shattered
From life battered
I lent a helping hand
I tried to understand
He picked up a crystal
Used it as a pistol
Left me bleeding as well
Farewell love, farewell