My eyes are
blood shot.
My lips
are cracked.
I can
understand
that the fact
of me
being alone
is
really,
that bad.

I might fall asleep
tonight.
I'll dream
the time I was
in bed
with you beside me,

that

you were
there smiling,
as
I started,
crying,
knowing
I'll never get
to see you
if I stop trying,


to get
tired
and fall asleep
just to see
you beside
me.

I was the crow who flew too high.

Now I'm lost among the sky.

Sometimes I find it hard to say
But I would love to tell you in every way
That I love you anyway.

You were the rays of
Light, that shined through cracks in my
half open curtains.

He asks me,

"What do you hate about yourself?"

Suddenly, I am silent.


What do I hate?





What don't I hate?

- t.s.