She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.

Why do I do this...
It seemed like a good idea at first
but now I just sit here in the corner
with only the thoughts in my mind
and the feelings in my body
why do I do this to myself...
we both knew it wouldn't end well
so why did we?
I feel like **** and I know you must too
anxiety and depression eating away
until we are but skin and bone
whispers echoing in the endless void
sending chills up our spine
there's no escape so why do we hide?
the ending is already written
the ink is dry
why do I do this

I'm in love with you.
five words I can't say to you
for my soul is ready
but my heart is not

In my loneliness poetry gives me company.
7/2/2020

rouge applied to graying lips
chipped polish reveals the blue crescents on her nails
that match the ones beneath her eyes
her empty
empty eyes
match
her empty
empty thoughts
hollow
is what she wants
but it never occurs to her
that maybe she already is

Do you ever feel the hurricane of emotions just beneath your surface?
yet you deceive yourself into thinking
your fine
for your soul lacks the energy
to cry?