i thought i could let you go,
yet you pour out of me
each time i pick up this pen.
i guess i just wanted
to love you
a little
l o n g e r.

Her eyes are like diamonds in the dark gloomy sky that just light up the entire universe.
Her hair was like a golden strand of silk that was dropped from an angle harp.
Her voice was like two songbirds singing their lives away for the pleasure of others.
Her hands were as soft as a cloud that had been torn out of the heavens.
But when she hugged me it was like I wanted to melt in her arms and would be happy to die at that moment. But it was when she left me alone in this cold dark gloomy world that I want out of.

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.