It feels like
I've been alone for years
And she is so beautiful
It hurts.

Scratch scratch
Scritch..
what the ****?


I wake up with claw marks
On my right arm..
I put them there.
in my sleep.
My ******* subconscious
Is into self harm.
Woohoo.

Hello poetry
Is more like my diary
Than it is poems.
Maybe that's all poetry ever is.
A prettily worded diary.

You've got a spot
On your neck
That I know my head
Could easily fit in.
My small warm hands
Would complete
Your big cold ones.
Why did god
Let you move
2,500 miles away from me?

I just want him
To reach out
And hold my hand.

I know.
No matter how hard I try,
Or how hard I will try,
I will never be enough.
Never enough for him.
Yet at the same time
Too much.

I wish that people
Could love me
*e f f o r t l e s s l y

theres just so much
I have wanted to say
Like what?
i I I I iii.... L-l.
I love you.*
You love me?