I slip in a daze and I tip the *****. I throw my life in the garbage and my bottles on the night stand. I've had emotions until the bitter poison hit my blood stream. I'm nothing but a drunken mess.

She asked if I was real. How am I to answer this? Of course I have a soul and a heart so yes I am real, but am I? Am I ready to start over again? Shouldn't I be asked if I am okay first?

Self harm is never pretty. No scar will ever look as appealing as the beautiful body you already have. Put down the blade and see yourself for you. No opinion other than yours is worth a scar. Save yourself the time, because at some point someone will ask and you will wish you never had to take the time to explain.

Your twilight shadow danced among the stars. To each step my heart pounded as my ears took in the sweet symphony you played on my heart. As midnight passed you vanished into the depths of my imagination, only to text me you love me the following morning.

The humid air escaping my lungs.
The vivid heat escaping the sun kissed hood of my car.
The cool feeling of my drenched clothes after kids find our sprinkler.
You come and go so fast that all we have to remember is the scars you left after we stayed in your sight too long.

I wake up every morning to your lovely messages. I have done nothing to deserve the happiness you fill me with. You are so beautiful and smart and just right. You have made me see what I have never approached and I am thankful. You are the next piece to this puzzle and you are defiantly an important piece.

You talk about my writing like you could do better. Write your emotions in a symphony and play it so I can hear. Pour yourself through a pencil and see where you go. Read my past and tell me there is a difference. No art is different. From writing to speaking and drawing, art will forever remain the same. Our styles speak louder than our words so take caution for next time I promise I won't hold back.

These chains are locked onto my ankles, rattling as I try to grasp onto the soul I once knew.

Death marches through every bodies life. It rolls through your family, it takes your favorite memories and in the end it takes us all. Death has no emotion and sees no pain. Write down every happy moment so the day death takes you, your memories never go forgotten.

I remember the perfume you used.
I remember the smile you gave me every day.
I remember the feelings I had when we kissed.
I remember the ups, the downs and the all arounds. You kept me going and now that you are gone I've realized that I've always been the one making myself happy.

I see a warrior behind all the wounds you called a "accident"

When you make a decision. follow through with it. Don't let anything interfere with your happiness. If you have negative people trying to get into your life, throw them aside. No amount of effort is worth you being sad. You will have opportunities to become a better person, and it isn't going to be easy, but your life is truly all you have. Live as if you are the only one walking on earth. Nobody will ever know who will stab who in which back. Live as if you are the only persons who can unstersand you.

I cast you into the unknown so I can have peace. I say farewell so I can never say hello. I drown myself in happiness so I can forget pain existed. Live life to your standards and not mine. I am no measuring of happiness so don't waste time on me but yourself. To this I say once, Goodbye.

Your eyes glimmer in the darkest of space. No sun could compare to your brightening smile. my heart loathes what you have and begs for you to share. Let me take you for a midnight drive. Maybe we can catch a movie in the drive-ins, maybe we can just sit at the park and take a long walk as we talk about our past. I want to learn what makes you smile today and what made you smile 10 years ago. Let me into your mind so I can wander into heaven and meet you where our paths cross.

Your heart is burdened with the chains of despair. The lock is attached to my ankles, rattling, dragging me along with you. My hand grasping for the soul I once knew, but now is long forgotten. My tears shed for the past but long for the future. Your eyes gleam in the light of infernal affinity. I am no longer the same boy, but forever your man.

How dare you call me. I spent every night for three years waiting for you. I spent my days crying because of you. I had to make a man of myself. I lost you in a fire for all I care. I wrote words of beauty and you never noticed behind that beer glass. How am I to be proud of myself if you never were. You wasted 18 years so don't you dare call me again. I've seen the unknown and felt the light of happiness. You are no father, you are a drunk in the hell you created. You're alone, now dig yourself out. I've never had the gut to say it but ******* and have a nice day.

I bleed on paper, and you try to decipher it like they are words. There are no hidden secrets in my writing. Just a guy behind his phone trying too hard.

The shimmering light upon the stream reminds me of the twinkle in your eyes. They possess so much strength, but can be brought down to a simple plea of desperation. The morning fog reminds me of the day I met you, I sat in clouded state of mind and you ended up gleaming light into my life. You are the beauty of all nature and I will forever hold you close.

I threw words like the were yesterdays news headlines. One after one they missed the purpose I was trying to hit. I spun my mind in ways only imaginable in a 2 dimensional world. I've put my blood and sweat into forming a single sentence that will only be discarded for a commoner to pick up. You've read me like a book, but you can never discuss what im about because I am an endless series of pain and happiness that can only be fully read from someone who is willing to see the end.

These days grow shorter, these words grow dim, my voice is left unheard and you are left on stage. I use to write words of wisdom, now the only thing I write Is my life working 9-5. I use to flow with feelings, pushing me to write poetry, and now I can barely manage to write a paragraph. I use to be myself, and now I'm cast into my own deep thoughts. I've had my share of scars, but none ere as deep as the one you left on me, none were as painful as the sting that rings through my head everytime I see you. I've heard of you, I've heard of the things you've done. My life was perfect without you, and you just show up unannounced. I'm tired of shoving you down with these pills, and washing it away with drugs. I'm tired of dealing with explanations on "why do you have scars?" I'm tired  of calling you a disorder. You have  yourself wrapped around my heart and turned my brightest light. Into my darkest fears. I'm done with this. Leave me and never turn back. I'm tired of feeling people you are my depression.

pain is so complicated. I have found pain in every happy moment in my life. I have also found happiness in the most insidious pain. I've seen dark and I've seen light. I have lit my own path so pain doesn't flame into a disaster controlling my life. I choose what pain does to me and I let my happiness guide me through the night. I stand on my own feet and no one can take them. I am my own man and nobody will take my pride.

You've struck me with feelings, so now I waltz through my apartments blinded by the conflicting sense that's in my gut. I have no choice but to accept the eternal dance in my head and heart so I ask one time. May I have this dance?

You find yourself in the creases of someone's heart.
You find yourself in the depths of a beautiful mind.
You find yourself locked into that one book no one else reads.
You find yourself lost in the commotions of pointless drama.
You find yourself in a little bit of everything, but today you  found yourself stirring into trouble you should have left alone.

You're asleep while i'm awake waiting to see the day of light to dance upon your sweet caramel covered skin.

I wear my skin like a shirt, because I am not myself.

My inner demons give greetings to those who are willing to stay long enough. I learned to talk to myself.

Without a past there is no future, but without a future then there is no past, I guess that only means we can live in the moment.

it wasn't the bottle that killed me, but the lies that wrapped around my throat as you said "I love you"

You are etched in every word I draw, and you are heard by my audience. You were my go to, my angel. You were the reason I kept going and now that I have fallen I knew I had dropped you. I apologize for everything my angel, so forever rest in peace as I walk chained with brittle bones and no words to speak. Farewell my love, this will be that last.

My feeling are sealed for nobody to read, and you unravel them like I am some novelty item.

I thought you were done...

I'm no poet