Do not try and ephixiate your mind on random cohesions.
Breathe.

Everthing is an abormal abnormality,
The thought of existance, such a chaotic verse of simplicity.

Exhale.

Open the gates of inguinity and forget what lies beneath you,
You are far better than your demons. The demons that seek to end all presence of creativity.

Let there be nothing but a powerful pound of the heart.

I am alive. I am the darkness inside the light.

There is nothing more daunting,
When you tell a girl she is beautiful
And she doesn't believe you.

My mind depletes every single day.
A constant weight of inferno tied to my hands.
Sinking to the bottom of my core, forever drowning.
Take one deep breathe.

It will be okay.

You unruly physical beings that choose to entrench me.
That choose to suffocate me and everyone around me.
It wretchedly disgusts me that you have to see this.
To see this on a daily basis.
I'm sorry.
I'll learn from this.

But most of all I'll remember.
I'll always remember...

...and that should haunt you.

He will never fight any battle for you
He won't chase after you if you turn your back to him
He is not going to buy you a drink or even ask for your number
He's just not that guy

He will never buy you roses on Valentine's Day
He won't text you in the middle of the night saying that he misses you
He will not turn and kiss you when you least expect it
He's just not that guy

He will never ask for your hand and your parents' blessings
He won't take you on a romantic trip to Paris
He is not going to say that he loves you until he knows for sure

He's just that guy
Who will secretly glance at you from the corner of the club
Who will kiss your neck as you fall asleep in his arms
Who will take your breath away and sweep you off your feet by being just that guy

We are a liars, because
the truth of yesterday becomes a lie tomorrow,
whereas letters are fixed,
and we live by the letter of truth.
The love I feel for my friend, this year,
is different from the love I felt last year.
If it were not so, it would be a lie.
Yet we reiterate love! love! love!
as if it were a coin with a fixed value
instead of a flower that dies, and opens a different bud.

everyone i've written about
has left me.
so you must understand
why i will not immortalize you
with my words,
why i won't turn you
into a poem.

maybe this way
you'll stay.