Poetry
a simple world
of release

I write
until
my fingers are numb

To out way
the
pain

But others
they write
a happy song

And I enjoy
I try
to sing along

They bring my hopes
To a new
high

And I pretend
I try
to sing along.

I'm pretty sure that if I tried hard enough I could pin point the exact moment when I started to question wether or not I deserved to live.
It must have been a 4am phone call
Where I missed you, but you were there and I was here.
And the sun began to rise but yet I had no desire to move without you here with me.
It feels like universes away until I can fit your little hands in mine.
There are these things I feared to say and things I feared to do.
I do not love him.
But he was just so conveniently here, when you weren't.

I want to be happy
really
actually
genuinely
happy

And for
the first time
I am.

I almost became
Someones sad poems
Then I met you