Breathe, my darling.
For it will all be okay.
Put a smile on that pretty face,
for you are one of the most
beautiful people i have ever seen,
inside and out.
Not everyday is going to feel like this.
Not everyone is going to make you cry.
Lift your chin up,
and remember how great you are.
I need you to be strong,
and know your worth.
For who will i go to if i don’t have you?
Remember that the sun rises everyday.
The darkness eventually diminishes,
Open your blinds and forget
about the terrible nights you've endured.
Take a walk bare footed in the grass,
and remember the little things in life that you love.
Life doesn't wait for anyone.
The earth keeps spinning around and around,
and time keeps passing.
Don’t keep wasting
drowning in your sorrow,
for you will wake up one day
with great regret.
Move forward, move on
No one ever said life was going to be easy.
And i can’t guarantee
that life will always be good to you,
because we both know it won’t.
But that’s no reason to give up hope
on happiness and love.
For I know you will learn to love again.

Just another wish in my mind
It changes every time
Every day and night
Wishing for paradise
A place where every relationship remains
Where we never cry
And the dreams coming true
Of you and me
Of him and her
Of him and him
Of her and her
A place of peace
No judgement
Memories never fading
Just all of us loving life.

''And if your Nancy frowns, my lad,
And scorns a jacket blue,
Just hoist your sails for other ports,
And find a maid more true.''

She interrupted me while reading,
"Go **** yourself,"
she said
"You are
nothing, and deserve
nothing, and I hope you die alone with
nothing.
Because you are *****,"
she said,
"***** and terrible
and full of shame.
I cannot look at you
any longer without disgust."

"Ok"
I replied,
dismissing her concern.
"This Hemingway is amazing
and I'd like to return to it."

She took none too
kindly to that,
ripped the novel
from my fingers.
"You are *****,"
she said,
"***** and terrible.
I cannot look at you
without such an anger
at myself for believing
you were something
more than nothing to me,
but now I have realized
and now you are nothing."

I didn't respond,
couldn't.
Such a beautiful anger
deserves no response
that I could give.
So she stormed off
all angry and beautiful
toward some other
man to fall in and out
of debt and love and
everything else with
as she had always done
and would always do.
It took all I had
not to stare in awe
as her silhouette stole
quickly out the door
into the dark,
novel in hand,
to leave me alone
with nothing,
just as I deserve.

The rustling of the leaves,
who could it be?
Is it our silent inevitable fate,
creeping as it weeps?

I grab the bridal to my steed,
riding alone without a place to be.

The wind howls so desolately,
oh why must it be me,
who asks so desperately?

****.

Pardon my brute choice of English
but ****.

I'm slipping again.
I'm sinking.

I was good.
Believe me, I was.
I promise you, I was.

But I don't feel good anymore.
This doesn't feel good anymore.
I don't want to do this anymore.

Caught in a tug-a-war with the rope wrapped around my head.
Depression holds one end,
and Happiness the other
but tonight,
I swear to God
Depression is winning.

All I know is that I sure as hell am not.