the last time he went out of
his mind he liked it
so much there
that he never came back

not even after the
alcohol left
his blood

he keeps writing to this day

addresses women with 'sweangel'
a combination of sweet
and angel, I guess

but never spends more
than a matter of weeks
with any of them

some take pity on him
and some morbid curiosity

but no one loves him
truly
only his insanity

Her beautiful eyes mask the wonderful lies
She wonders her worth
If she’ll ever be good enough
Will she ever be loved as much as she loves?

Will You?

Will you still love me when I’m unaware of trends ?
When my body is different ,
When my freckles are surrounded by wrinkles
When my hair isn’t as long  ,
When I’m unable to be missed because we don’t get the chance to be apart
When the stories I tell are worn out and old
When we can’t stay up past nine and
When I don’t remember life before us.
Will you ?