What's the point
In trying
What's the point
In making an effort
With you
When you have "goals"
**** your stupid goals
They're not goals
They're just an excuse
**** it
*******
Without you
There's nothing
I have no one
I have no one to share
My everything with
No one to help me
Like you do
No one to protect me
Like you do
No one to talk to
No one to joke around with
Like you
**** it
I can't

He thought she would stay
but she was smoke
dancing from his cigarette
entangling herself in his lungs
he could not hold her
she left swiftly and softly
flitting away through his exhale

Do you honestly have nothing more to do
Than make multiple accounts with the last name stephani,
and contact every ******* person on hellopoetry?
trying to scam or spam or whatever the hell it is you do
To try and manipulate good people who don't even know you?
Take your blessing and shove it up your ****
If you really liked our profiles you'd follow us
Instead of being
The most pathetic creep on hellopoetry.
Sincerely,
not today, not ever
Not hellopoetry

I'll never make it out of here
In this world of the poems I smear
The life of woe and despair
In a manner of all that is beautiful and rare
I see no more, I just want to disappear
It's the rise of a cancer I can't bear
It's the fall of a depression I'm not allowed to share
All you can do is stop and stare
And all I can say is, even if I dare
I'll never make it out of here

A **** and two nuts,
A ***, *****, and a ****.
We roll around opening
All that we shut.

Everybody needs a new start
Time to do over what has already been done
With a new perspective and time to pull apart
All the things *people have said and sung
Make new *priorities and change the wrong
So we may feel as though we have won
And find time
And the right prescription
To insure we may no longer come undone
To pick it all up and start again
And finally
Become  **someone