There are seven billion people in the world,
For most they have never seen the bluest eyes.
Those of you who have never really appreciated it,
They’re sharp and longing,
The most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

I wish I could stare into them all night.
If you look into them long enough,
If it’s possible,
Because she gets too shy,
You get goosebumps.
You get lost.

She tries to hide,
That just makes any sane person want to comfort her.
All you can do is love,
All you want to do is love.

I’ve poured my heart out so many times for you.
I don’t think I have anything left for you.
Don’t worry darling,
Everything works out in the end…
We have to believe that.
Right?

I can’t draw anything.
Ever since I stopped painting you I seem to have lost my talent.
I spent three hours on a blank canvas trying to find my inspiration.
Bad strokes make out bad lines,
I want to die.
Why do I have to live?
****, this isn’t a poem,
It’s a cry for help.

She’s the one that you love,
But you can’t have.
So there’s nothing you can do now,
Move on.
Just keep moving on.

Don’t worry,
I know how you feel,
Like you’re dying.
Slowly.
I know.
I feel the exact same way.
I keep thinking:
“This is it,
Tonight is the night,
The night I close my eyes,
And say goodbye to the world.”

I constantly drug myself to sleep,
I don’t want to think these thoughts any longer than I have to.
Maybe one day the drugs will settle in.
Maybe one day it’ll feel just right.
I won’t talk like this because I know you don’t like to hear it,
But I just want you to know,
In your loneliness,
You’re not alone.

Through Two Hearts

I am a the ghost in your car,
The blood in your veins.
I am never too far,
When your heart is in pain.

You are the inspiration in my hand,
The strings of my guitar.
You are the grain in the sand,
That scatter in my memoir.

I am the voice in your head,
The whispering night.
I am the skin that you shed,
The very sin that you fight.

You are my one true muse,
The burn mark on my thumb.
You are the smoke in my fuse,
It makes my heart go numb.

I know these times are trying,
We miss each other so.
When we both said goodbye,
It was a stab through two hearts.

Reading your words give me pale frantic sweats,
Like a passion lost and flailing on wooden panels.
Every inkling that reminds me of Fort Myers
Sends me into a panic attack,
Praying that you’ll be okay one day.

Dear future-self,

Don’t fall in love.
Love is only a promise to eventually hurt someone.
Love will hurt you.
Look back at your mistakes,
Look back at today,
Look back at this poem,
What else is there to say?

Dear future-self,

Don’t give your heart.
You won’t get it back,
You will break.
When will you learn?
No matter how much you work,
You won’t get back what you earn.

Dear future-self,

You are ****,
You were always ****,
What makes you think you’re important?
Loved?
*******.
You never listen.
What did I tell you?

Dear future-self,

Don’t fall in love again.