6.02 a.m.

sunlight pries your eyes open and i
meet you for the ****** time again and again

nothing mends and breaks my heart more than watching
you fall in love with a novel fragment of me every day


9.35 a.m.

i toast bread with both eyes closed
and i let them char like the edges of my heart

you tell me last thursday's joke
but i erupt into hilarity, anyway


3.17 p.m.

nostalgia is a side-effect of forgetting
you reminisce about knitting parties we never threw

between giggles, i wonder how your words are needles
that pick all of the right places


7.43 p.m.

this world is a stygian dystopia
but you, you are my sole scintilla of colour

i feed you blatant lies for dinner
only to let you sleep with a peace of mind


11.59 p.m.

i watch you fall asleep to the rhythm of my silence
there are all types of silences and distances
but this
this is the worst kind


please, don't forget
to remember
me.

I lay me down, and shut my eyes,
And as I drift off, a voice doth arise,
He speaks in riddles and iambic lines, and strangely enough it makes sense

and rhymes.

I tell him to quiet, to go to sleep,
And from him, I ought not here another peep,
But he dares continue and all I can do, is write it all down
And post it for you.

Step into my journal
My life before your eyes
Come step into my world, dear
It's sure to be a surprise

What you thought about me
Disappeared without a sound
I liked to hide behind my walls
Whenever you came 'round

I'm not perfect, not even holy
I've got scars that I love to hide
If you come and look closely, you'll see
That I have more than just one side.

...Welcome.

I'll tell you a story
Of a girl who desired
All the pain to wash away
She tells you her problems, but all you say
"Don't think that way"
Being told is not advice
Even though she agrees,
She cries.
You wonder why she feels this away,
But all you do Is stand and stare.

She thinks you don't care,
But you do, do you not?

Those four words
Don't help anymore
But shows her the way
To ending her fate.

Those four words don't
Guide her the way.
Telling is not saving,
But listening may.