I love the feeling of being close to you; alone with our silence. Where words, are welcome, but not needed. Feelings, felt without touch and love felt, through just knowing.

I always watched her as she smiled
And listened when she laughed

Loved when she sang out loud
And danced across the grass

I thought she was so lovely
Turns out she thought the same of me

Everything looked to be perfect
But nothings ever as it seems

Then one day I really saw her
I glimpsed the sadness in her eyes

She shared with me her stories
And I shared with her mine

-ARI

he crams pills down his throat
two of them
every night
just so "he won't feel the pain"
even though he wants to hurt himself

m o r e  t h a n  e v e r.

she missed the red hot trails
covering her thighs and bones.

they were her  a r t w o r k .

he liked to count his ribs
( 1 2 3 4 ...)
and brush his nails against his collarbones
(so prominent...)
his palms cupped his knobby elbows
(years to perfect...)
and the sun shone between his thighs
(lighting up his world...)

his body was so very
     a l i v e
his heart beat in
   o v e r t i m e
meanwhile, his eyes were
     d e a d .

We all want success; doesn't mean everyone should have it; because not all of us can survive it.