I'm not doing
**** today

I can hurt you
the way you hurt me
but that is like picking
the low hanging fruit
I'd rather be
at the top of the tree
admiring the vastness
of everything beyond
the trivial rot
and the tangled roots
you've become

YOU LEFT YOUR FINGERPRINTS ALL OVER ME
LITTLE REMINDERS OF EVERYWHERE
I NEVER DARED TO GO WITH ANYONE BUT YOU

Why do you do this to me
Make me feel weak
As if the world was crashing down
like im unable to speak
I try and move but I only fall
not to the ground but into your arms
I may say this but only to you
but I have fallen for you
maybe once or maybe twice
I cant make out the words running in my head
Yet I can only see the blur's that lay ahead
I can only see the perfect vision of you
You come by and like
****
My heart went flying into your hands
like a mist you went away
Carrying my heart as a prize today
Knowing one day youll come back and say
I have a heart and you may take it today
So maybe one day this will happen
or maybe in my dreams it will too
Today was the day I fell for you
1-27-15

The artist adds another stroke
Every night

He hates to see his paint
wasted on such an ugly canvas

He tells himself
Maybe tomorrow I wont waste it

But painting has become such a habit
that it seems like he cant stop

until all his paint
is gone

All it took was one look
One memory
One flashback
One feeling
I'm back again
I remember it all.
The sadness
The irritability
The feeling of worthlessness
The feeling of impending death
The breakdown...
I'm back again.
And this time may be the last.

i’m too shy
to tell you
how i feel

so i’ll hide behind
timid smiles
and soft hellos

i’m afraid
if i ask you

“what do you think of me?”

your reply will be

          
                              
                               “i don’t.”