Lying awake
Eyes glazed
High
Music playing
Vision blurring
High
Hunger strikes
Fighting it
I am high

I can’t do it.
You asked me to read,
But I read into.
You asked me to judge,
But I am unfair.
You asked me to help,
But all I want to do is destroy.
It’s because you make me feel,
Like I haven’t felt before.
It’s so cliché,
And I hate you for that.
But I love your presence,
And I love you knowledge.
But I hate how you don’t love me.

I'm losing track of all the different colored pills I have.

You gave me the house.
Left me with so many ghosts
I can't stand it.
The photos which collected dust
bring fresh floods.
The master bedroom echoes
with the sound of the love made there.
Your forgotten things
make me pause and remember
better days.
Days spent in the comfort of your presence.
Nights curled up at your side.
Now the silence grates the ears,
fingers stretch across emptiness,
missed moments wail,
and tears fall.

a cold and distant stare
...everywhere
from you to me
and from me to the world
as though given a chance,
would be ripped away
by self-destructive nature

the tyranny of thought
gazes at it's "master"
from a distance of genius
to create loathing
and pity for no reason

empathetic?
or just plain pathetic?
horrified by all
when all is strange.
seize the night,
and let go tonight.

She was an evil stepmother.
In her old age she is slowly dying
in an empty hovel.

She shudders
like a clutch of burnt paper.
She does not remember that she was evil.
But she knows
that she feels cold.

The way you speak is poetic
I get lost in your words
I lose track of time
When I watch your lips
form every beautiful Rhyme,
                                as if they were
                                to kiss my skin
                               (a thought I dream of)
                                            the way you move
                                             couldn't be described
                                just being written
every thing about you
might be imperfect
but not to me
my mind will wander
but it will never neglect
the thought of your
*poetic lips on me