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Need to keep reminding myself of my worth. Have to stay strong. Keep a smile on my face. I can do this. Deep breath. I can do this. I know I can. Just one breath after another. Slow that heartbeat down. Keep that pulse regular.
Breathe.
It won’t get worse from here. Only better. Keep breathing. Think of happy things. New haircut! New tattoo! Sunshine. Warmth. Soft sand. The summer. Cool breeze. Pale skin contrasting everyone else’s tans. Happiness. Love. Balance.
Breathe.
It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Just keep writing. Calm down. Things magnify in my head. Deep breath. Hold it. Let it go. Let it all go. I’m okay. I’ll be okay. Everything’s okay. It’s all in my head.
*Breathe. Breathe and everything will be alright.
Mix all this with self-understanding and self-love.
There was a man
whom lived in a shed
spent most days out of his head
and when it rained he was just simply sad
and if it snowed it was enough to drive him man.
See that man is me.
What happens when my bliss,
Resides in you?
And when you leave,
What the **** shall I do?

Happiness is temporary,
I've been taught many times.
And you, my dear,
You're oh so sublime.

You, my love,
Many times, proved an angel,
But my love for you,
Proves my being to be in danger.

Because love is not forever,
And bliss is just for a minute.
And love resembles bliss,
Which unfortunately, I am in it.

For to lose you is my death,
And to love you is a threat.
To need you causes stress,
I need you and nothing less.

I love you.
I cannot outrun that fact,
And if you decide to run away,
Would bliss ever come back?
Actually, I am very drunk... but I still need you.
And I just want to feel your breath
On my neck
And your *******
On my chest
And I just want to feel your lips
On my cheek
Telling me I’ll be okay
When I’m feeling awfully weak
And I just want to see your eyes
Meeting mine
Soft orbs of blue
Too mature for your time
And I just want to hear your voice
Whispering softly in my ear
Be here with me
Be near
I can’t handle this distance
Not only of miles, but of mind
I never could catch you
But god how long I tried.

— The End —