Please stop crying, takes your hands off your ears
I want to help you.
Your moans of anguish and pain hurt my soul,
I wish to help you.

I will.
I will.

I have to stay calm, motivate myself.
He is just ill,
And illnesses can be cured
And I can do this.

I can.
I can.

He's only been here for a short while
Yet he screams as if he were possessed
I offered my help, I did all I could
But found him dead in his room.

I didn't help him.
I couldn't help him.
I wish I did.

never fall in love with a boy who
speaks in lavender soliloquy and
smells like cigarettes and melancholy;
whose kisses leave you in nirvana and
whose flesh lays in some lovely façade;
for he is a poet, a philosopher, and a believer
whose mind will disappear into breathless purgatory
when you're not even looking
and by the time you'll find out
you'll already have lost him somewhere,
between wandering verbosity,
and ashen wordlessness