i’ve barely slept,
i’m running on adderal and self loathing,
a mix that has kept me alive for far too long.
i’ve barely slept,
i want you to kiss me until our lips are bruised and touch me hard enough that traces of your fingertips can still be seen on my skin.
i’ve barely slept,
i miss the feeling of someone’s mouth on my neck,
the feeling of gentle kisses starting at my collarbone and falling lower and lower and lower.
i’ve barely slept,
i’m running on adderal and self loathing,
when what i really need is to find my relief in you.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

We are beautiful,
like fresh flowers
born of ashes,
like dawn
after a moonless night.

We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.

loneliness is a condition
The moment no one is around
It's as if you have never had friends
And have never felt love
It's just you and your brain
Agreeing on how unimportant you are

It is another day
For us to pretend we're holy
And after service today
All the pretends are gone