I began as a sprouting blade of grass like Whitman said.
And among the millions of green leaves, I am.

Ground, oh found me dead, rooted where I stay,
I once dreamt to uproot and walk away.
Was I foolish in those days, and in my thoughts;
To dream of Life while Death lovingly held my hand?

Life's short part and Death's long verse,
And I, as they act their roles upon the stage my soul,
Weep for their sense to be sung.

6 months later and I still
Have the feel of your kiss
On my lips, the feel
Of your embrace I miss
The way you bite,
The way we kissed goodnight
Just a few more moments
And I'll be with you in my arms.
Just a few more months.

I think that the reason so many of us won't love is because
We know it won't be those morning walks hand in hand
We know it won't be warm hugs by the couch every night
That it won't be kisses with lips swollen with love
Or passion that shines as bright as a thousand stars

We won't dare to feel because it's not what we expected
It's because it'd be everything we ever feared.
Putting ourselves vulnerable for someone else
Stripping ourselves with what we think is confidence
But in reality is pride.

I challenge you, I dare you to feel
Feel the pain, The anger
The sorrow, The joy but mostly
Feel the love
Open your hands to the sky and let the world cut you
For those scars will heal
And you will love again
You will hope again
And in time, you will heal again

I feel like I will break your heart
Despite my best efforts
Because my best is often not enough
For people I like

From day to day I might not change
Despite your best efforts
Because your best is often not enough
For someone like me

My body is hollowed from the outside
My soul is spilling out
Soon I’ll only be a rusty tap
Drip drip drip drip
I am your repetition

Please protect yourself
If you’re going to love me
It will be a war
From which we won't return

This shell-shock attitude;
I am broken
A veteran trying to make sense of
Warless times

The nightmares illuminate my dreams
I lose sleep staring at eyes
I will never see

Here is your warning:
I love you.
Here is your death sentence:
You love me too.