And if I were
To die tonight
I'd die alone.

Everyone under the age of 25
Is so scared that they
Won't find the love of their life

You know who should be scared?
People at age 40 or 50
Who have multiple ended marriages
Because who
Could ever possibly
Be the one for them?

So much wasted time, and
So much wasted youth.

I find the curve of your nose
To be beautiful
And how the corners
Of your lips turn when you talk
I love your eyelashes
And when you play dance with me

Your long blond hair
And your fingertips
Short fingernails
But
You're so perfect
All the same to me

I love it when you laugh
Into my shoulders
Cause I said something funny

And oh **** I love it
When you hold me
And whisper
I could stay like this forever

Cause my heart skips a beat
When you smile
After I whisper
*Me too

The cuts turned into scars
Months ago
But I still flinch when
The showers spray
Touches it

What I love
Is falling asleep texting them
And waking up
To see they still said goodnight
Even though they knew
You were asleep.

Dear god
Please tell me how to make it all go away without having to put a bullet in my brain.

I don't know what's so **** poetic
About drinking black coffee
And being depressed
What's so 'sad yet beautiful'
About crying in the rain
Because nothing about the hurt
Is beautiful
It's ******* pain
In your chest.
It's a sick stomach
And it's not eating at all
Or eating too much.

Nothing, nothing
Is poetic about it.
It's not beautiful.

It's ugly.
And it's there.
And it won't ******* leave,
No matter what you
Write about it.