***** is my drug of choice
It's like an oxymoron
Burning as it soothes the senses
But tonight I took a voyage
With thieves and pirates and scoundrels
There was no burn
In my chest
Until the captain
Kissed my lips
And sent me overboard

A tear flows and another follows
Im numb to the pain
Day and night i hear
The angry chants
The so helpless young love that
Shattered
The nights are worse and
It makes me think
Was it real love
Maybe just a fantasy
Was it a crazy dream that
We thought was possible
Maybe it was a silly thought that
Kept us going
But there are times when i think
Maybe it was real
Maybe our love is real

someday when we grow taller
these mountains we climb will seem smaller
and every branch we cling to for safety won't break

how do we ever find solid ground when all of our hands and feet are so shaky

You know, I almost called the other night.
Almost.
I’d like to think that
you would’ve almost picked up,
and I would’ve almost said something.
It’s a good thing I’ve almost lost your number;
I could get lonely someday
and forget that you almost wanted to stay.
I forget a lot nowadays.
I almost called the other night, you know.
But I’ve learned that “almost”
only counts in “I love you’s”
and “goodbye’s”.
Maybe I’ll almost sleep tonight.
It’s strange that I keep dreaming
about the night we walked around the city.
I always end up on the park bench
by your house,
waiting.
I’ve almost stopped wishing you’d show up.

Brush it off
Let it fall
Forget the past
But maybe not all
Reminisce
About the days
When things used to work
In my way
In my favor
In this moment
I am my
Only opponent
Ruining my self
My mental health
Only my fault
No one else
Why do I
Tend to overthink
I’m going too far
On the brink
I’ve been through much
Seen too much
Pushing forward
With no luck
Time to let it
Be, and set it
Free, So I can
See. And so I’ll
Take a breath
Let it all go
Relieve the stress
And watch it fall slow.

If you love me





                           Don't let me go.

And if I happen to land in your arms
after I fall for your quirks and charms
I thank you first for doing me no harms.

But if you drop me, I must confess
I will love you a tiny bit less.
And if you drop me on a bed,
I might be entirely and mildly mislead
to do things before I don't think with my head.