Last night I had a dream
       That you killed yourself
    And when I awoke
just the thought of it
       Made the tears overflow
My heart literally felt like it was ripped to shreds
    And I laid there in my bed
     And wept
And the worst part was
    The fact that it's actually one of my greatest fears
       The fact that it could happen
The fact that I can imagine
   that phone call
Or the grim look on my parents faces as I get into the car
Or the silent summon from the door of the classroom
But you made me a promise
      And I'm holding you to that

I seek to own and never rent
Loving another is time wisely spent
Not on temporary relations that next month could take away
But as an investment growing richer  each passing day
         -Devyn

Mind melted on the kitchen floor.
Open the door and use it as a door mat.
I will join you,
and then I will join it.
Scrapped under shoes
separated throughout the world.
Which part is where?
Will it ever be whole?

A hollow body searches through a town that's changed.
And hasn't.
The weather changes as much as his moods.
And like the weather,
he wakes sunny
and falls cold.

I'm sorry I don't fully understand.
I'm sorry I'm scared.
I'm sorry I can't help.
I'm sorry all I want is your help.

And it was meant to be different.
Haven't been back a week,
and already I feel worse than when I left.

Leave me,
Like a
     ruined book
          collecting dust.
   Abandon me,
Like a steel mill
       consumed
  by rust.

Tell me about
    Tomorrow,
As if it were
       Today.
And I'll try to find
    Acceptance,
In the things
  I cannot change.

My irises are a force of continuum
Pulling you closer and closer
Until you're drunk off my mesmerization
Like a love spell, but it's real

It was dark and you were doing summersaults
As the church bells rang out in the park
And your dress was tangled under your feet
The circuitry of your emotional shadow was lurking in the backdrop
Like a less important family member in a customary photo
The dark was a haze covering us like coffins
With your hopes and aspirations buried in them like ground water

I hope you will remember someday this happened
And it will come back like a prodigal at his wits end
Embedded in your drawstrings
Like sound waves in a pitch bend