Her
Last words
To me
Were:
"Don't forget
That
I love
You
And you put back the missing pieces
In more ways than one
And I am forever thankful to you"

I can read your skin
Like a map in the dark.
And every pore,
Begging for more,
Rises to meet my lips.

Like a can
I desire to open myself up
So that someone may taste
And partake in the difference
But none can see
No none can see
At least I believe
In the difference in me

it's so easy to lose yourself when surrounded by people,



unable to truly express yourself and how you feel,



stretching out your hand but no one grabs hold,
until.





they do.

Before you move on,
Forgive yourself first for loving the wrong person you thought to be right

I will write this poem on the wall
On the night before I fall
I take my hand and face my wrist
And from there I gave it a little twist
What roams in the mind is regret and sorrow
Will I be there to see the morrow?
I carve a bleeding rose from my flesh
And a broken heart without a mess
As tears roll down the pale face
I then knew I was living in a maze
I use my blood to narrate my story
From where it began to being lonely
Moving on to the scenes of agony
The pain and suffering present since morning
Alone I lay in my pool of shame
Without a being to take the blame
Sadly did I live and lie
And gladly did I leave and die.