I have heard
the question
Why do we fight?
I say we fight
for what we
believe in what we
understand or love
but fighting is meant
for the strong of which
I am not but I do not
stand alone so for those
who are not strong
I am asking
Why do we write?

Where is there to be
other than with you
if I’m breathing it is
where I want to be
because nowhere else
fills me with such
love than there
which is where I belong

How could I look away
if the main attraction
is right in front of me
when the only thing
worth looking at
is not to the side
of me but in front
which is where I belong

What is there to do
other than spend time
with you and smile
while doing so because
there is nothing better
to do than what I’m doing
now with you
which is where I belong

The time
Kills,
Literally,
I'm dying
as the
Clock ticks
I'm crumbling
Away,
Time kills
Soon
I'll be dead.
Waiting..
To disappear
In history..
I'm dying
Slowly
And painfully
Each second,
An enemy..
How much longer?

I've been crying since the day
your tongue turned into
a stage of dancing lies

my hair pulled back
to hide the smell of
dead thoughts of us

of how leaves look prettier
when they're dead in autumn
of how I would be prettier
if  I were dead too

the way your fingers lit in passion
whenever we touched
the way your fingertips sparked the fire
of cigarettes smoked to the bone

I remember the smell of your hands
danger with a glimpse of loneliness

I liked it
I loved it

The day your tried to bottle up
all the love I had for you
and the glass didn't resist

the day I stole your gun
to make you say you loved me
the way you took it from me

the way I understood you'd never catch
the stockholm syndrome from me

I'm sorry
I'm so sorry.