He’s alone.
No one to run to.
He shoots up one more;
Maybe his last.
Death.
Death.
DEATH!
But no.
There is still air.
“You can quit anytime you want.”
“I really don’t care anymore.”
His thoughts are his only friend.
She came into his life suddenly.
Just like the drug,
But unlike the drug,
She stayed.
Life.
Life.
LIFE!
Yes, she is his life.
“I’ve found a better drug.”
She was his recovery from death.

Crying in the corner, hiding his bruises
Sits a little boy, scared of his father.
Sitting in a corner, faking a smile
Cries a little boy, scared of his mother.
The little boy, hiding and faking
Is scared to death of his own mind.
His thoughts run deep, never giving in
Until one night he put it to an end.
Now his father, the one who bruised
Wishes he could take it back, but knows he can’t.
Now his mother, the one who hurt
Wished for her little boy to come back, but knows he won’t.

She fell in love when she was 8
With a boy who rode her bus.
The boy did not love her.
She fell in love when she was 10
With a boy who rode her bus.
The boy did not love her.
She fell in love when she was 12
With a boy who rode her bus.
The boy did not love her.
She fell in love when she was 14
With a boy who rode her bus.
The boy did not love her.
She fell out of love when she was 16
With a boy who rode her bus.
The boy loved her, but it was too late.
The girl was found, hanging by her ceiling
By a boy who rode her bus.

Is it that cashier you didn’t make eye contact with?
Is it that new girl that seems nice but you’ll never know?
Is it that lost love you want back but you’ll never have?
Is it that poor test grade you know should have been better?
Or is it that time you didn’t stand up for yourself?
Is it the feeling of the waves devouring you?
Is it the weight of the universe on your chest?
Is it the feeling of falling down like a tree?
Is it the feeling of the wind chilling your entire body?
Or is it the feeling of a tornado in your mind?
I wish it would leave! Oh, why won’t it leave!?
I wanted to smile at that nice cashier.
I wanted to befriend the new girl.
I wanted to say “I still love you.”
I wanted to study harder for that test.
I wanted to stand up for once!
I want to stand in calm water.
I want to breathe without pain.
I want to stand tall.
I want to feel warm in my skin.
I want to feel peace in my mind for once!
But not today, it says. Not today.

Winter is the season of love
For the romantics.
Spring is the season of love
For the refreshers.
Summer is the season of love
For the adventurers.
Fall is the season of love
For you and I.

They stood in his apartment staring blankly at each other. What brought them to this moment? Countless things. The fights, the cheating. This time she had had enough of pretending that it was going to work. He spat out those three words to her. Her heart sank because she knew she had to let him free. She looked down to the carpet they had picked out together at a thrift store. The more she looked at it, she began to hate it. She looked up and met his eyes. She didn’t even have to say anything for him to know the love left for her. If it was even there to begin with. He looked down and began to walk past her. He stopped beside her and said, “I hate that **** carpet.” Then his door slammed shut.

I want to make you forget why you hate the things you do. 
Whether it’s from past memories with ghosts long gone. 
Or if it’s because your dad loved it so and you couldn’t bare it after his hand met your cheek. 
I want to make you forget about why you cry alone at night. 
Or be there to cry with you.
Maybe ruffle your hair, tap your nose, and kiss your lips. 
I want to make you forget about why you don’t like the color yellow. 
How it’s the color of the dress she wore when she broke your heart. 
The same yellow your mother loved when she left this world. 
I want to make you mine. 
Mine like the body I possess. 
Mine like the heart that beats in my chest. 
I want that body, and that heart, to be yours.