I'm  not asking for much,
not for money,
or for work.
I'm not in need on twenty four hour attention,
or for you to buy me lots of things.
All i'm asking for is a text back,
or maybe even to see each other.
All I want is to feel *wanted

I was afraid of living

And all at once I realised what it was,
this empty space inside of me,
drowning me in sorrow,
it was the space you left inside of me
when you finally said *goodbye

I wish I could be happy
Without pills
And without therapy
But I can't
And I never will be

These wrists are unfinished,
Not torn
And not cut.
A slice here,
And a slice there,
Now decorated with blood.

First I fell in love,

                                     But then I fell out.

Funny how a photograph can pump blood
I only have one of you, it isn't mine
it sits here backlit
shared with all that would gladly drown in those mischief eyes.
Your smile, a moment of calm, a second of perfection caught, always brings my own.
There is no beauty like yours, no work of art has ever made me want to overflow with passion the way you do. I could write countless poems, a thousand odes to your dimples, a million sonnets to your curls, a billion lovesongs to your eyes to no avail. So I'll laugh at your jokes, and be a sturdy shoulder, a friend.  I'll wish the best for you always, while your heart keeps my secret safe. Poets shouldn't fall in love with the unloved, there aren't enough words to describe the agony.

Waves have a very distinct sound.
When you hear that crash,
You know you're at the beach.
The same goes with thunder.
When you hear the rumble,
You know it's storming.
And I know that when I hear your voice I am not alone, because you are here and you are listening.

I saw someone taking your picture today.
You looked amazing.
I'm glad someone saw your beauty and captured it,
because I've tried countless times in my words
and in my art,
but nothing I do can truly show how special you are.