life is pointless
when you have nothing.
every ounce of happiness
is just evading you.

lying on the kitchen floor
you reach maximum
desperation.

your tiny frame
being wracked
by heavy hitting sobs.

your helpless fiancee
cries too
out of fear for your life.

you want to drown slowly
in the bottle
so maybe you'll feel
something,
anything
before you depart.

it's nights like this
that i see the true sadness
that seeps into my life,
leaving me drained
a nod to my lack of enthusiasm.

my life
isn't important to me,
my willingness
to carry on
is not there.

when i'm gone
no one notices,
i do not exist
i am
invisible
to
everyone.

poems are supposed to come from passion,
but
i don't have any passion when
you're gone.

you breathe life
into my dull life
that i refuse to go through
without you by my side.

all you need to do
is come home
and hold me in your arms
once again.

it's times like this that i wish
i were a cactus
and i didn't have to deal
with people things
like being in college
and trying to transfer
and writing essays.

i just want to be a
seguro.

when a person says home
you think of a house,
something that's unmoving
a place to fall asleep
comfortably.

home can be a person
someone who is unmoving
from your side
who you can call on at any hour.

you are my home
my stability in life.

my insides are like lava around you
when you leave
they solidify
into strange shapes in odd place

i am jumbled
everything is out of order
and then i see you
they re liquify and leave me
stunned

your presence is enough to heat me
but your absence leaves me
chilled as though i've been with
the penguins.

when i think of you
i think of the rest of my life,
i see us everywhere
but never me alone.

my future is you
you make my life
tolerable.